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Red Dirt Girl

Emmylou Harris

Willin'

1999

played

Waitin' for the Alabama sun to go down
Two red dirt girls in a red dirt town
Me and Lillian

Just across the line
And a little southeast

I ain't wanna leave if it's over
Oh baby girl why you waiting I ain't sober
(Yea yea yea yea yea yea yea yea yea yea what)
I'm not wanna leave if

Crickets

Jeremih

Crickets

2013

but baby I don't really give a fuck
Oh, oh, pardon my french girl I just wanna know what's up
I told her we should kick it
But all I heard was crickets

Crickets [Gangster Summer Remix]

Jeremih

Crickets

2013

trippin but baby I don't really give a f*ck
Oh, oh. Pardon my french girl I just wanna know what's up
I told her we should kick it
But all I heard was

them try
Swift like a silencer when I stroll by
I left a pool of blood in the spot where I once lied
Dr. Loomis tryna follow me looking for a trail
I

the headline
On my jet line, I say it's money time let's get mine
Baby take time, baby slow whine
Make you fine dine, you like fine wine
You like my song girl

bitches girl, I got my eyes on you
Got a hotel by your crib, you know I want that ass to come through
I said fuck them other bitches girl, I got my eyes

then there won't be no end
Ain't no joke here
So play around dear
And you gon find out
I make it how it's supposed to be
Lost by the baddest girls

like ours believe
Don't stop dancing, girl
'Til it feels right
we'll be flying or crying
By the end of the night

You always snuck up in my front

Synoecism seduction the sum of fun-loving and self-destruction

In the by and by we're all gonna learn to fly
You can meet me at the end of the line

Heard

an end to this dream girl
Am getting empty
Am getting empty
Baby girl òkan mìn ùntè
No lie
No lie
No lie
Am feeling low
Low
Low low low low
Low low low low

the lines
Don’t get to far don’t get to far
You’ll get hypnotized
I’m writing a poem at midnight
Everybody want to get their shit right.
Girls at the party

Girl its gone be a drive by
Hit me on my celly, I’ma slide by... yeah
Girl I got you so high
I’ma hit it right, she like oh my
I got what you need

on a very thin line, o my god its a vibe
When I'm feelin on your thighs
Simillar to money coz you stuck inside my mind
Girl you should come by
We got time

talk about is classified, it's not
The end of the world, so no need to be terrified, living from coast to coast is the bottom line
Not a day goes by that

Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small

Girl
You’ve been telling lies
You don’t see how you’ve been
Crossing the line
I don’t know what else you’re
Trying to hide
But you gotta let me go
Cuz

to come home 

Because this is a fine line 
Girl won't you be mine 
I swear I'll never let you go 
This is a fine line 
Girl won't you cross mine 
Come

about a sucker
They always end up offended by my hustle (Ay)

And I put it all on the line every time
I came straight out the struggle
I been through

at least I fucking try 
I know that you be hurting baby girl no need to cry 
And I been stuck inside 
Got nobody by my side 
I need to find my people
But

And honestly I'm on a frequency 
Of no trust cause everyone I gave that too end up keying me
So fuck it
I'ma take things slow
Taking everything day by day cause

have trouble sleeping alone
Girl I can't give you what you want better move on from me
Move on from me
Baby don't tell me that it's the end of the line

She holds my heart she holds my soul
That woman is true to me, despite what I've been told

I'm just getting by
Down at the End of the Line
Take that

Uh, spit at the world
My lyrics, I could spit at your girl
Spit when I hurl
Spit on the Dutch and finish the twirl
Spit facts, spit on wax my whole