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Albums:

Zip Zap Rap (Devastatin' Dave) · Everyday We Lit (Wiz Khalifa) · Zip Danceteria (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Zip Mania Best (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Lit Riffs (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Precious Star (The Alternate Zip Gun) (T. Rex) · The Whole World Lit Up (Blue Fringe) · Excerpts From Ayu-Mi-X: Victor Calderone/Keith Lit (Ayumi Hamasaki) · Zip Mania, Vol. 2 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Bolan's Zip Gun [Expanded Edition] (T. Rex) – and 90 other albums »


I was standing on a wave
Then I made the drop
I was lying in a cave
In the solid rock
I was feeling pretty brave
Til the lights went off
Sleep by no
And walk along the pier
Then I slip and hit my head
Now's the time to fear

I see the surface, see the rocks
See my past fly swiftly by
I feel the water in
over
Off weed, off lean, I don't ever stay sober
Rollie all on my wrist, bitch I ball no assist
Smoking weed by the zip, whole squad yeah we lit
to the roll
Hold back up the track, grab your rollerskates y'all
And let's zip on by
Zip-a-de-doo-dah, let's zip on by
Feed on a weed and we're feeling high
can play if you wanna get down 
Get your stupid ass left where you can't be found 

[Chorus]
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooh!)
grab your rollerskates y'all
And let's zip on by
Zip-a-de-doo-dah, let's zip on by
Feed on a weed and we're feeling high
Sun is on thick and the cheese
a display
Zip-a-dee-do-dah rock the microphone and you say
The king of romance will like break your day
I'm Biz Mark, I'd like to say okay
And my favorite
and drinkin' 40's
Or showin your whole ass crack on cops
They quick to do a nigga on the routine stop
Chopped rock's, in a nigga possession, a whole zip
bombs. 
And the world's not ours tonight in a Berlin flat lit by neon lights. 
My boyfriend's in the stairwell, he looks just like James Dean,
quick, but now I'm your pick
Ain't that a trip when I started from zip
And now up and up and up I won't stop
The flop just pop the flat top the Kid Rock
never lit and as we ran on by
Pretending to be frightened 
We'd shout and laugh at Crazy Mary

She would never answer us 
Smiled through the window
Bob that head
Awwh, awwh, ah
Yeah yeah, yeah,yeah

Tricked out truck kit
Runnin' boards black lit
KC roll bar
Had to mow an extra yard
Just so he
that's totally crazy
'cause we rocked the fuckin' vote
With election fraud in poor zip codes

Celebrate gay marriage in Vermont
By enforcing those old
Have swam those raging seas 
Washed up by an ocean who had tired of me 
How I survive 
I will never know 

This wreck got a home 
And a whole
who simply was passing by for no one had seen him before
Oh listen to me all you people the place lit up as he smiled
Our Lord marks the fall
Bob that head
Awwh, awwh, ah
Yeah yeah, yeah,yeah

Tricked out truck kit
Runnin' boards black lit
KC roll bar
Had to mow an extra yard
Just
full-fledged, yo, zip the lip
I'm about to set it on society, watch me while I do it
My man I've been through it and don't know many who would

Be able
I am a lighthouse, worn by the weather and the waves 
I keep my lamp lit, to warn the sailors on their way 

I'll tell a story, paint you
ink
He tore the clouds apart
As she burned her letters in the garden last night

They're alone
In this abandoned room
Lit by a candle
Kept for
go like this

I went from zip locks and baking soda
To smoking herb, cooking 'ola
Never looking overnight success
Cause I want a rover
Hold you
That spilled over from the gardens of the houses on Cyprus Avenue
Watching the moth catcher working the floodlights in the evenings
And meeting down by
Talk to me
Tell me your name
You blow me off like it's all the same
You lit a fuse and now I'm ticking away
Like a bomb
Yeah, baby

Talk to me
all night

Devious:
It's late night where the sun rest
flick your Bics let's get lit man
I'm dressin' up this trick
Ms. Philly she got big plans
with
Talk to me
Tell me your name
You blow me off like it's all the same
You lit a fuse and now I'm ticking away
Like a bomb
Yeah, baby

Talk to me
90059 be the zip, it be the zip

I'm straight up out that East side, swangin' like ziplines
A 4G outta rim top, automatic spit fire
Yackin' a black