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too, like a Honeymoon
I'm asleep by its tides

We laid there still 
Where the blood was spilled
Losing the heat
The Sun grows old
Tarnished gold
Happy

eyes, might not sleep through the night
It's them long days and them long nights
But you gon' get it right, yeah, you gonna make a way
And work it day by

That nigga P-Double got that shit for y'alls
Peoples to rock to, stirrin' up pots of brew
In hell's kitchen, I chef the impossible
To serve hot plates

Skrrt ooh
Wake up in some cold sweats (Brrt, brrt)

I give you nightmares
Wake up in some cold sweats (Ha)
I just made a hundred in my sleep
It's no

I go to sleep and wake up tired
At times I think I need a bitch to get me by
I need some shit to get me high
I'm benefiting all my doubters with this

K out on the flow, nigga, then go to sleep on it
I'm in it deep, these niggas sleep on me
I put a rapper on Fox late
I'm top two and y'all top five

Wanna call you but it's way too late
I keep on scrolling through those hot, hot takes

Ordering food I tell 'em leave it at the door
Licking my fingers

Bitches, Dope, and Dollars

G-Wiz

The Tonite Show

2014

plotting, scoping
Wonder what I roll in, who I roll with
When I'm riding out
Fully having niggas start hiding out
Till the block hit
Too hot to cool off

my place by the wraught-iron gate
Too afraid and ashamed to advance
Today I walked through the snow and found a field of headstones
They were in rows

Saturday Night Special

Fad Gadget

Incontinent

1981

her at home with the kids and the cooking
So wholesome and clean when the neighbors are looking
She's mother and angel and courtesan too
Always hot

that innocence lies in the eyes of the beholder

There's two hot bullets in my lady's chamber
I've been shot and replaced by a stranger
Halfway

Give me a break give me a break I keep running when I should stay feel the flame from the fire that we made it’s getting hot throw some water on my face

What Ya Wanna Do?

Ice-T

The Complete Sire Albums: 1987-1991

2013

slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,

me and I'm putting on
You see me and I'm putting on

I know you hate sleeping by ya self, ou
That lava hot, I pull out tracks, I make'em melt, yeah
I

Bible Paper

Prodigy

Albert Einstein

2013

gun spinnin' bullets spit at a witness
Mix the K too to eucalyptus playing
Pistol in hand, rock 'em to sleep like tryptophan
Then douse the weapon

touch, ablaze
Much too hot to taste
Walk back
City bound burn your tabernacle
Walk back
Run away from my high pitched cackle
With a trickster smile,

tissue
And send what's left back to yo mammy
'Cause that bitch might miss you
But first, I want to slowly peel off all your skin
Degreaser boilin' hot

Footsteps

Clipse

Til the Casket Drops

2009

consign dem, do as I say like Simon
And you too will diamond blind hun

I'm on my Dylan Dillinger, flow just killin' ya
Ya wonder why the real ain't

the bus
I feel hot as hell
That girl's acting sus
Candle is out
Don't put up a fuss
Future is now
Turn you to Dust
I never sleep, I only recharge
There's

Ayy
She said she don't love me, why she still get naked?
I'm a bodmon 
Look, hol' on, look, huh
(Great John on the beat by the way)

I'm

a hot dog skewer
Sleep on the nails of everyone behind me
Bound by the vines that I can't see
I don't wanna be a bum man
Taking all my friends with me in

The paper say - "They finally caught 'em"
He back in, I guess street life got too borin'
Kind of quiet, half the hood is still sleep
If you saw the night

cold and always so hot
Head still attached no need for a latch
Hung by a thread we're tied in a knot

Everything that's going on is crossing a line

run up
Fuckin' with Almighty So get burned up, straight up
If you ain't gettin' guap by now, turn up
Got thirty shots in this ning-ding it get hot