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to say
Me and Jiminy fight

Jiminy Cricket why are you here
Fighting for black and white in me
Jiminy Cricket where'd you come from
Fighting for wrong

heart just a pit
I'm ready so come and bring it, I hate the silence all those old crickets
White noise run my heart but I lose my voice it's a flick

held an open mic for the crickets
White walls painted, bullet stuck in his head like a pop song
By God, side profile moon crescent of stitches
Blessings

"You said you liked me in cricket whites!"
"But what would your dad think?"
Tell me
"Would you find me attractive if I had smaller muscles?"

It's

will begin as the sun begins to set and birds get more quiet and then the thick of nighttime when crickets chirp. This will feature white noise, cricket

this flow ain't for shipping
Late nights I'm completing all the missions
I be grinding with the crickets
Great whites going in for the kill and
Gotta

we absolved our sins
The days all seemed to last forever, Just a Dash won the cup in November
The smell of tomatoes, and cricket in white, when Grandpa

bitches
Bowler hat with smithens
Yeah that’s wicked, yeah this hat ting different
Seen some baseball bats in boots not cricket
That’s mad white girl on man

The only bug who can whip it, yeah
Smoking loud
Rolling loud
Dance it out
Gettin' in slipping through the fence — suburban white picket
Jiminy Cricket, yeah

wheels like
They’re pepperoni pizza

Start a wrong place wrong time club
Might get
Two peace fingers thru an A-OK Sign fucked
Lime green cricket, alpine

stomach close to going insane
Everyday another tragedy and no one is saying
Fox News dead silent, CNN silent, white house crickets
Trumps a chump sitting

gotcha a row boat
Mufuckas be talking how they on that wave
But hop in that water an don't float
I'm the club chimney
Got the green no crickets like Jimini

I am not afraid when you call me down
down the basement steps under the house
down, down in the ground

black cows are limping, the white dogs bark

of a nation payment made doe tongue so strong you can't taste is Flow presence so Raw you can't face its soul we wicked we crickets we timidly break the white

Down in the Ground

The Handsome Family

Through the Trees

1998

I am not afraid when you call me down
Down the basement steps under the house
Down, down in the ground

Black cows are limping, the white dogs

a blood-red sun

Don't the moon behind the clouds
Look like the guts of a thumbed-out mosquito?
Don't the crickets chirping loud
Sound like the white noise

Hella methods hella solids hella liquids
My name as Hot as biscuits
When u rap you hear crickets
Caught her speeding off the white no ticket
We smoking

Oh I live in God's own county
And Yorkshire is the name
The white rose is the emblem
And cricket is the game

Oh I live in God's own county

6am on a Saturday, means cricket on the flats
Under 10’s gear up in whites, searching for their hats
Mark out the boundaries, set the stumps in

see, wealth is broke
Bet you did something wrong
Don't you worry - I won't let off

Bricked blocks under white lime's light
I'm cricket golfstone -

it
Get booked and we crickets
Niggas ain't telling who did it
There ain't never no pass for no snitches
Get the drop then we lick it
I ain't even

Cold Spot

Kane Brown

Kane Brown

2016

A cement building
White cinderblocks
And faded red lips
The sign read "Cold Spot"
He worked behind the counter
To them he was an old man
When

around (Cricket)
His night is over when he flops onto the ground (Wicket)
To no surprise sometimes beloved in The Town
If you white, black or brown,

eyes and look real close
You can see the white caps beating on the lakeside
With the moon shining down
And you can hear the crickets chirping in the tall