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After Work

Baskervilles

Baskervilles

Ready to go
The sky up
It's raining
Reading a book
On the downtown train
Easy enough
When the words are all plain

Off in the distance
??

'round the backseat
Ba ba dum ba da

Come alive, come alive
From this concrete slab I'll rise
Where I lie, where I lie
Where I lie all dressed in white

a raise
Party hard then I'm 1st on the job site
I'm Dej Loaf with my sticks
Dressed in all white
Pills wrapped in tinfoil like a Klondike
DTA, you sketch

strange
Ain't it strange
Ain't it strange

Man walking plain 
Strange all days
Forever way.
Ain't it strange.

to me
I look up to the sky and wonder why
Thou has created me
Why god why me
My time hasnt come by enough
Why god why me
White clothes dont feels right

look, and that's all that it took
All that they wrote, they had their scapegoat

Dressed down
Homeboyz
Minority
Join the Army!

Join the New Army!

The Girl with the Strong Arm

The Dead Milkmen

Death Rides a Pale Cow: The Ultimate Collection

1997

the strong arm makes political commentary
And yet I feel that it's all in fun

In your nightmares rub around
Those gay white males line up at church
Drink

that you thought you'd love
But reality says, Kid, wake up

Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
You know, there's got to be a better place
Hey, hey, hey
Hey,

playing nice
In the desert dressed so white
I freed my mind up from your kind
She told me once I always look so cool
I'm done with being last year's fool
So

like me 'round her friends, she homie
Yeah, huh, "I fucked up my nails, I need 'em redone by this morning" (yeah)
That Celine, she know that I'm

The Hilton

Raekwon

R.A.G.U. Rae and Ghost United

2007

up

Starks your bleeding

Nah, his blood fucked my white leather up
Ten G's down the drain
Yo hurry up, we got to get him up
Get the sheets son, let's

It's the day of
Get dressed
Lace gloves
White dress
Come one, come all
Can't you see she's the bell of the ball?
So get up cuz it's the song that you

Memories on 47th St.

Vic Mensa

The Autobiography

2017

dressed up like Jimi Hendrix
In Hyde park in the good part in the hood like Kimmy engine
Teachers didn't see my vision, had me in IEPs
Kicked out

All the many corpses begin to speak
What ignorance is cannot be
Argued over anymore it is too late for
Pleading white picket dreams
Print you off,

bells ring and all is alright
For the angels sing for the unknown bride
Dressed in white
Dressed in white

Saturday rain broke by the sun
A river

Still at it, still goin
Turnt up yea she on it
Yea

She gone ride the ride the boat
I got bitches by the load
But you already know
Yea

Plain Jane got

loyalty is sacred
Circle smaller than a tip of a blunt
Fuck designer shit looking basic
Plain Black Ts even when I make it
Stacked up cheese we keep it low

gone hate to be near us
So turn up my speakers
Say got damn nigga I’m the shit
All my niggas dressed like we just hit a lick
Pull up all black like mamba

And I'm all chocked up now, 'cause I can't take it no more

And I tried to work without a fight
But everything turns to black and white
And now I drink

the country way 

PRE-CHORUS
and you know 
i’ll be damn dressed up, but still run a muck 
and if you don’t 
then you’ll know by the end of this song

CHORUS

smoke and the dro when I know my loans
Got me thinkin' huh? Where's plain pat at?
All I really know is that go time is about more than a night
go now I

an angel she dressed in that all white
I told her that I could turn that shit to off white
Spilling dulce on her body
while sipping bacardi
She laughing like

dressed in all white
I feeling like we're moving in a circle
Writing my name inside of your journal
On the inside of your brain girl I'm eternal

Sorry girl

fake the Feds out
I got hunnids tucked away
Tha'ts what you betta' know
I spent three bands on this
Off White letter coat ice that bitch up
And left her