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version --- elixir of quietude
Line up the Dots
music to spy to
music to die to

Spanking your lime over the crushed ice
using the Triad
to counter measure

just what they're for
Cones and rods and bars and arrows
Dots and dashing eyes that roll right into sight and out
Out of control
I don't know just what

it's full of snot
Did a show, three hundred on the dot (on the dot)
Pourin' up Lean on the rocks

Pinesol, say you gon' take my chain, you sniffin'

Brown Skin Girl

Leon Bridges

Coming Home [LP]

2015

little honey with the polka dot dress on
Ruby-lipped lady whose name I don't know
Let me tell you, darling
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh, ok

Brown

Enemy Turf

Juvenile

Juve the Great

2003

you ain't never heard about me
When I'm flissin' a bitch 
Niggas shoulders gettin' knocked
Clean off of they head 
See that red dot comin' from 
Me

Little Yellow Town

Rickie Lee Jones

Ghostyhead

1997

after cube, dot after dot laying down on the kitchen floor,
Tapped into the secret code she's a down girl,
The acid's eating out her mind

The altered

Chi Town's Finest

Twista

Through the Eyes of a Don

2000

Spittin it for niggaz and bitches who call me the ???
Into the mind of a don
Cap-to-tha-Dot-to-tha-One
Nigga, who we pop wit the guns
On the block, all

Jacob's Ladder/Blackberry Blossom

Bruce Hornsby

Here Come the Noise Makers

2000

over your head and dot your eyes
Well dot your eyes

Baby every night about a quarter to ten
From the middle of June to the summer's end
People would

hoes talk down on me, but fuck 'em, I got plenty love

From the streets to the cellblock, he got red dot, hollows hot
It get steep, play with pale

only shotting cause I need mine
My dots are in my c clines
This is not a dream this is real life
Get it in by any means for this fiends for these felines

I’m dealing with a lot
I’ve got a lot to deal with
This feeling never stops
I want to take this serious
Joining up the dots
I’m painting by numbers

Dump, 
elephant poo.
Dot, dot, dot,
rabbit poo.
Poop, poop! 
Peek-a-poo!
Peek-a, peek-a-poo!
	
Peek-a-poo! 		
Look!
Peek-a-poo!	
Give me some privacy!

fumble
Omo to shan oya ma bubble
Gbogbo screw yen ni mo na cupple
Oya oya balance sit up don’t let me go
Oya omo to shan
The way you do that tidotidot dot

eyes
Silhouettes getting busy in the tree line
Lips locked, don't stop til' the moon drops
Get off the map dot, split town
And get lost

Two lovers

I put on the saddle Dior come we take off 
Way we been connectin' the dots the gotta pay us 
Feelin' like I've been here before this feelin' great

Gazing forward to your hands dot dot dot 
Lengthen into flat back as you arrive 
Inhale stand up
Stand up
Stand up!
Stand up!
Exhale hands up!
Hands up!

coffee pot
I might be off my dot
But I want a proper cuppa coffee from a proper copper pot
Iron coffee pots (and tin coffee pots)
They're no good to me
If

smarter

I don't give no mercy 
Woke at 7.30 
Had dot get some bands
So I got my hands dirty 

Sliding with my Brodie 
Couldn't do this shit alone 
Back

A country dance was being held in a garden
I felt a bump and heard an ""Oh, beg your pardon""
Suddenly I saw polka dots and moonbeams
All around

girls used to speak 
Dot dot dot, beep beep beep 
I can ride and ride for miles 
With style and prove my groove 
Is tuned into to the source 
The course

we still connect the dots?
Cause we ain't gonna get there from here

I give you time to crack your window
Adjust your cap, the big crescendo
I'm

[Chorus: P. Dot]
When them guns goes off, we be ready for war
When them guns goes off, bitches hit the floor
When them guns goes off, and them sirens

Polka dot bikini pop,
ge mej allt du har.

Kanske Rom eller Lissabon,
varma nätter på strandkafén,
verkar som ett bra förslag.
Ta din hoj och dra iväg,

it right on the dot



You got it good, come on now

Give it all you got

You got it so good

Make this dance floor hot



You got it, yes, you got it