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Candles and Cut Flowers

Jerry Jeff Walker

Gonzo Stew

2001

one on the piano, its unusual for the deep glow
That emanates inside it, when the wick is low
And the tall ones by the window, that she likes because

lettin' up

Can't call it, don't know where my head is
Reflectin' on Malcolm and the shit I thought but never said it
To Peter, Robin, to Kevin
All my

How Great

Jay Electronica

Coloring Book

2016

The book don't end with Malachi
Devil will win employee of the month by the dozen
'Til one score and three years from the third when he doesn't
My village

Car Thief

Beastie Boys

Paul's Boutique [Japan]

1989

of the beast
Smoking that dust at St. Anthony's Feast

All the wife beaters and all the tax cheaters
Sitting in the White House pulling their peters
Buy my

Well sitting side by side
On a Friday night
This should've been a date
But we're both too tired
We get pizza and wings
I get sauce on my sleeve
When

Yeah yeah
Yeah, Hit the weed Quan
I don't wear Off-White
Balencis on me they be all white
Paid a lil' extra so these bitches glow like a nightstick

the twilight, lit with evening's orange glow
The shining silver edifice looks out on the vale below

The mistress of the palace is an angel dressed in white
Her

Where glows the Irish heart
There lives a subtle spell
The faint blue smoke, the gentle heat
Of simple talk and tea 

White road winding to the edge

cause she seen mama Hurt by daddy
I heard her story it'd be really saddy Abused by dad she don't trust no man
I'm trying to save her like I'm Peter Pan

sweet stank
Moving on with my path, climbing up the ranks
Time passes by fast, but I'm happy so I give thanks
Thanks to the gods, thanks to the earth
I

ever did
Step right up, welcome to the slideshow
So vibrant I can see the glow with my eyes closed
Now drop your head and swing your hips

Yeah
I been in the city with these all white ups still do it to a nigga if he ask for it
And I been busy I ain't see the crib in like a month tryna

(Intro)
Sighost On The Beat
Uh

(Chorus)
I just wanna fuck with your girl no black and white (black and white)
Niggas ask me how I feel now yeah it's

of Deception
Astride a white horse
Prophet of Deception

(Verse)
it will be in the final sun's- glows
A Lion roars, trumpets sound
Skies open, Scriptures,

the shooters
Eating dinner dinner Peter Lugers
Riding dirty on Pete street
Come by yourself when you meet me
Make one call to my nigga
Young street you gone
Have

We out here
The black blocks all up at the front in black bloc
Next to some wily white socialist and street doc
They are tear gassing us
Shoulder

For the Young Sophisticate

Frank Zappa

Läther

1996

Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Steve vai (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Warren

Down in Houston feels like summer in December
No cozy nights by the fire with you
No snow to play in No frosty winter freeze
But this ol town is good

in seventh heaven baby
Cause I'm skiing every day
Give me powder give me crud
Give me corduroy too
I'll ski the groomers or off piste
By myself or with

and drop it off
Tonight we came to lose it
But I ain't fucking round with all you cocaine cowboys
Around these towns they be choking on that white noise
I've

to break you off
You feel it? You feel me? Let’s get it
Now listen, I said

Everywhere you go
Stop the sunshine the way you glow
(Everybody knows)
She got

Mmh, one sec', let me check that flight at O'Hare
In my glow like a Super Saiyan with gold hair
We locked eyes and we sending signs like a road

before
When you swore you were at your mate's watching wickets fall?
While we were chasing, you were scoring far from the white ball
Jaw clenched, I feel

was by myself and I was lonely
Black mambo more but no Kobe
Euro set the game but no Ginobili

White tee with some fresh Nikes
Pinky rain chain with