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dad's pontoon

Buzz like a bug zapper hangin' from a tall pine
Could be the beer, maybe it's the boxed wine
Boat's tied up, floatin' by the cove

(Let's get it)
We can do it, do it all night long

Crazy how the time flies (Crazy)
By the minute still living like it's nine five (Ninety five)

trying to hear no legend speculation
This that great white north flow partna
By that brown boy born in Jaffna
With that black art green gets stacked up
Bow

The Great Divide

Icehouse

Code Blue

1992

dry
Well, his feet are bare, bare and dusty brown
And a hot wind blows over sacred ground

And a new day brekas
On the mountainside
Reaching out,

been driving me insane, But I'm coping with it fine
Smoking drinking wine, Late at night
You hold me tight, When I have nobody else
Baby girl I need you

by the end of the night
She might offer you a ride
If you play your cards right
Tell her come inside
Play some music, pour some wine
Then she come

Right time
I'm just waiting for the right time
You like sippin' margaritas and white wine
Brown eyes, thick thighs, oh, you so fine
Friday night in

outspoken
A lot of growing up I was known as the token
Black kid but I got wiser n' woke and
Realized NJ made the great Paul Robeson
Rock the crowd like Bon

near the minor
That was runnin' spots in both North and South Carolina
By Ninety I was already a crack legend
Pullin' up a year early in a brown Ac

The whole gang here on a bunch of stuff
We got liquor on the left
Weed to the right
Hoes in the middle say they wanna good night
So we bout to turn up put

or send you wrong impressions No matter how mesmerized i am by your complexion
Won't take the risk of making this a one night but we could turn this into

It's the end of the night.
You're at the end of the bar
You're both drunk and lonely
And you get in her car.

She fed you some wine
And a little

special girl
Make me think
You one a kind
Make me think
You hold it down
Shorty here the number
To my line
Hit my line late late late night
Gotta keep this

"Pure, uncut"

Yo find the S, shine on my neck
Nine in my Guess a dime chasin my body
(what) pourin wine on my chest
My brown eyes reflect the drama

Uh
Yeah
Look
Look
Look
Look
Uh,

Don’t need a man Self made, real paid
Black don't crack don't even know your real age 
In the crib sipping wine

like grown things
Dinner dates with reservations
Sipping wine
Stimulated by conversations
When she feel its real
She gon realize her time ain't wasted

I'm Montgomery, Alabama, where the Wright Brothers Flight School began
I'm Juneau, Alaska, you can visit me by air or sea, but not by land
I'm

well if you insist
Nights like this put my mother through hell
It doesn't matter 'cause its worth it for the stories we tell yah
Thought that I could

by the crate,
You know what they say,
Black doesn’t break,
Blacker the berry the sweeter the juice,
Take off my pants fling on my boots,
BBC this ain’t

Hand me my medicine
Henny with lemon in
Brown like my melanin
Homie this night will never end
Drink up
We got the city on fire
Burncity get litty with

Friday night and we headed to the Oregon
So elevated I can't tell you what floor I'm on
At the roost where's the au jus? Pour it on
We out late like

Coast to Coast

Royal T

The Best of Low Profile Records

2004

the coast to the avenue
Our crew is deep, I thought you knew
Hitting switches in my 64
Baby don't you know
We be rolling

I said trucks rolling by with

There are times when you get suckered in
By drugs, and alcohol, and sex with women (mmmkay)
But it's when you do these things too much
That you've

about a Rhubarb pie then just segue into sex
Ok
Not a day goes by my mind on music
Hit play
Then hit the pad, 8 a hand, paradiddadiddle, say it
Mouthful