Lyrics:
can sing the blues from way down inside
Cotton fields and little shacks the hot sun on our backs no where to run no where to hide
Try walking in my
the warning
Blue Pink skies level up in the lane
Only Sizin em up for the game
Cruise through the city in the morning
Guessing everybody got the warning
Cotton
the back of my car was packed like we dapping tomorrow
We never addressed the bizarre we treated it like some every day shit
The once in a blue moon we
in the field you get wet
Like arcane and that mole rat
From Chuck E cheese, nigga let's take it back
Caught flaggin' by the stove
Nigga hopped out
headed with a space station
Don't think I ain't tearing up too
I'm using cotton
Pads I ran out of tissues
Call me ray, way I'm blue
I lost clarity
Keeping
the suns
Pull up in a Jag, I'm James Bond I got the golden gun
Dickie suit on me I don't fix cars but I do keep the tool
Pick and choose, these hoes so dumb
Hey lady with the baby blue eyes
I've seen 1000 times your little white lies
Make me realize I was hypnotized
You give me butterflies and now I feel
A little of it must fall
So she spends her evenings praying
For a little of that southern rain
Cars alive on city streets
Of sparkling black water
by and lose in tone, keen, unquantized, j dilla'd
as valvedrum, screw'd, dj'd, trade blue mud in whorl
gone blue, all gone off in all this infinite
many disciples were there?"
I say, "Like, two?"
He says, "Girl you better listen or it's off to Hell with you"
And I nod my head
As little by little I'm
Blue Cyclone, Oooh
Well my wife went out of town 'bout a year or so back
And left me at home by myself to batch,
And after five straight nights
chair
There's a tornado coming
Alright
Music's playing up and down the block
Mostly Christian, blues, country, folk and southern rock
It's a little
Pictures
All My Niggas Be Grave Diggers
We Put Bodies In James River
His Body Prolly Found By A Fisher
Hook:
I Got That Drake On Me Now
You Know That Bitch
Hoping by the end of tonight
That I can finally call you mine
Call you all mine - my little race car
Ooh, ooh - 'cuz you got everything I like
Hoping by
From East Asheville Hardware
..............................................
by Chuck Brodsky
Every morning, I commute.
Mild-mannered man. In
you see
Keep them skip-cars movin' free
Shovel heavy pellet ore
Till your aching to your core
Got a little limp, got a little gimp
Hitchy giddy upin'
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
use my brains when I'm ("drivin' round")
Step in the car and go
Round down by your lady and I
Be waiting at the door
We bout to go ("drivin'
humble
Put your money where your mouth is
Matter fact, make it double
Blue strips by the bundle
Foreign cars in the huddle (skrrt)
Baby, I just wanna
down O
Renthenal James
Cutthroat jolt
Hurts like car
Rental tropes
Sounds of vitamin C
OJ soaked
Let's have toasts for avant off guard
Topless mimosas
gon' live forever
(Forever) i might just pop up when
It's long leather jacket weather
(Undertaker)
When the caddy drive a little slower (Woo)
When that
they once had ain't the same
But the drugstore's still for sale, as is cotton by the bale
Not that much has changed
Not that much has changed,
Time"
"Lee Harvey Oswald was shot."
"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by
With Tommie guns running from the blue lights
And loving living on the wild side
Just for fun
Would you drive my getaway car
Chasing dreams like
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