Search results for 'by head album deep purple' Page #11

Hop back on the scene
Hold up, let me talk my shit
'Cause man, I got to let y'all know
Exactly who you fuckin' with
Kept the real shit for my album

the next microbial host
Over Odessa where the novas explode
Pale pink moon waxing, purple hearts
Marigold taxis dubious credentials on the
Gypsy flipping

swinging through the city in my head
Imagination got you many places all from your bed
I mean they really mean it when they say imagination
Holds no end but

proper
She my blossom I need to see often
We might possibly be the peak
Not fond of greed but need deep pockets
'Cause she deserve everything I see

me distant
I put that on everything, these bitches is fiending for attention

I'm rolling up a wood, sipping purple, take the edge off
Sleepy hollow,

as the nile
River
Denial
These niggas is in it
Over they head how I be swimming
In this shit deep
They sugar sweet like a thin mint
I’m all natural organic no

a crazy trigger finger on me
That bitch shoot, shoot, shoot
Pulled up to they album release
Party, you heard "Do, do, do"
Niggas got a problem with me
But

I'm the warlord of my mind
Hancho of the tribe
Purple blood coming out of my heart
No limits
You sinking
I'm swimming
And making every shot that
I'm

Relaxation, contemplation,
It's an uncontrebilization
We got it, just be patient,
we modern, not ancient

The end of the album? Damn, that's deep
You know it's

of a Deep State conspiracy
Voter fraud and foreign manipulation
Self-righteous indignation and phony baloney
Sore loser and spoilsport, thy name be… Grump

or shooting a video while on set
But I gotta live life by mine, like my tattoo forgive and forget
I had dreams of taking you far, maybe to the Shard maybe

Billy the Mountain

Frank Zappa

Playground Psychotics

shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?

As the fiery, swollen Summer Sun
Sank slowly l, very slowly
And a perfect end came to a perfect day

And deep purple painted the Matusadona Mountains

last long
Found solace in promises lept by bitches who swallowin'
All my kids, they keep gobblin'
Write for who? They keep hollerin'
A&r's with

the fame you can chase with big shades/
Fast days accumulate drawin' x's on the dates/
Premonitions of my fate feeling like a head case/
ccting wild like

Oh uh
Thank you
Guess I'm slightly deserving of this
To be honest I really don't see any of the worth in this
Some days I let people get so deep

Only one team will be able to
Destroy them, an even greater team
A super powered force
Yes, a veritable army of the
Most deadly villains alive
And by

Where Were All of You

Poor Old Lu

Sin

1995

like. Aggressive. Dreamy. Deep. Poppy. Something like all of that, but mixed up and jumbled around. This song is especially notable for the driving bass

like Red Head or Mookie
Wrote my album while on my lunch break up in my hooptie
Eighty degree weather under beads of sweat
I wanna quit so bad but I need

an X in my 'yac
Caddy stretched black, don't question the fact
I lay my head back, spazzin' off a new Meth track
Count weed, bag green, blue, purple

dass room riz rise from the rice race stand up ss
March the crowd wake up hoodies heads dawn's here sol soon as up
Night's near bloomer moon yuppie

And RIP Tone Bone
Real deep, Tone Loc
Big dog, Rojo
I can mingle with the white boys
Samuel Jackson in the fro zone
Blue lights, po po
Getting money like 50

Drunk face, mellow
Off a case of modelo
Leadfoot on the pedal
Being chased by the devil 
Ima 3rd world rebel with a 38 special 
Crooked eyes on my

to the naivety of youth
You see the identities of these mass-shooters
Yet the racism is still deep in our system 
It’s written in, acted out by people on both