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the Kay, knock'em out of his shoes
We finna up the score
Pussy nigga play, pussy nigga get blues'ed
I been riding round all day with the tool
I'm finna put

friends'
Damn, we been kicking it for a while
Talking about you in love with the way that I make you smile
I been busting by ass for you
Now you making me

I'm him
I bought you sweets but you said you are not a sweet girl
I love the honesty but damn just be grateful
I'm a top achievement, you found every

breeze, smoking by the palm trees,
I love blowing smoke in a calm breeze, the city be hot,
So I let the charm freeze, shorty love my swag
She said you

breeze, smoking by the palm trees,
I love blowing smoke in a calm breeze, the city be hot,
So I let the charm freeze, shorty love my swag
She said you

to get back to you
With all that crap, that you do
I'm surprised you still even able to move
In them shoes, all them blues
Nigga stop asking me for a clue!

Hello, what's wrong?
Ah nothing, no, it's stupid
You wouldn't really-
Nah you're good man, go ahead
It's just that, Blue-eyed people get all

Tapestry

Spectrum

Music of Carole King

1996

My life has been a tapestry of rich and royal hue,
An everlasting vision of the ever-changing view.
A wondrous woven magic in bits of blue and gold

the moon were about to cruse past
Now were lost floating through space
What is this place I think I’m baked?
Drawing a blank like I’d been shot in the ass by

me alone
I think, she tryna get some dick tonight
But I'm busy getting green and that's my kryptonite
I'm smoking on this blue dream
And I'ma crip 2

When I pull up they know I'm the boss
They can tell by the way that I walk
So they say
Who's them young saucy brothas who so vibrant
Pull up I got

It’s Magic



That’s BM
& Thats Tragic

You Know I Love Me A Rachet


If I Pass Her The Drugs
She Gone Stash It

Fill That Pussy Up
Just Like Its

turned that hoe to a fiend
Got to go get it by whatever means
Hoe, don't talk to me
I need more space in my jeans
Rackies, they bussing the seams
Backends

Hopeless romantic
Scars prove tragic
Magic isn't real but neither is what you believe
Children of the static
At home in the havoc
The only thing

overheated because a loose gasket
Something to work on I need to lose habits
Erry time I do the deed it gets too tragic
I'm nothing but a sideshow, blue magic

and you out here sitting in the tub?
Bro Aladdin praying for some magic off his rug
We gone take this rap shit to the next dimension
Redhead pissed off now

back, it's like you cast a spell
It's tragic
The way you work your magic
Every time I get my wits
And think that I should call it quits
I miss the way you

bad I'ma leave to her to all my goblins
But you know that I'm keeping her too
All this money I can't get the blues
3 bitches I only need 2
Take a pill

Nothing to something, it's Alchemy
Hunted by demons they after me

Nothing to something, it's Alchemy
Hunted by demons they after me

Nothing

Drink the juice by the liter
Yah, yah, yah, yah
Yah, yah, yah, yah
Yah, yah, yah, yah
Yah, yah, yah, yah
Yah, yah, yah, yah
Yah, yah, yah, yah
Yah,

if I’ll finish tho
If anyone gon hear this
Man I wrote that at the beginning who knew
That I would make it up this far
while the sky is still blue
Made

fine Joe s'finally

Music and lights
Mona we pass time ka di blues delights
Move only in the heat of the night
Get down to a flow in sight
Get made by

when I
Look
It got deep
So be young
We could see
Like if
You learn the fruit by it's tree
Big fire
Code blues on this
Langston hughes on

Scribble on a Clean Surface

Aceyalone

Hip Hop and the World We Live In

2002

I had forgotten the incredible butter softness of his long fingers
How they felt on my back when he slow-dragged with me,
At a fateful "Blue Lights