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100 Miles from Memphis

Sheryl Crow

100 Miles from Memphis

2010

You're cool in your faded blue jeans
Just a fool in a tequila soaked dream
But you ain't no saint
You know I ain't no beauty queen

I was stuck in

I'm an official mack, Lex coupe triple black

Criminal thoughts in the blue Porsche
My destiny's to be the new boss
That nigga Paulie gotta die, he

hair down
You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow
Blue as the sky, sunburnt and lonely
Sipping tea in the bar by the road side
(Just relax, just

it ta' poppin' ma, its a little before 1
And I'm yellin' out hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, yo
I can tell by the ring in the middle of your tongue
You're

See my niggas is wanted
By street, by the state, by the hood
They up to no good
My niggas is wanted
They coming for the bread
And they ain't got stop

mission
To find the one imperfection
So I can keep my guard
Cause you got everything
White tees and navy blue jeans
A college degree So sweet like ice cream

Nasty Girl

Diddy

Sweatsuit [Clean]

2005

a drink on my cream wallows
Reach the gate, hungry just ate
Riffin, she got to be to work by eight
This must mean she ain't tryin to wait
Conversate,

Nasty Girl

Jagged Edge

Sweatsuit

2005

a drink on my cream wallows
Reach the gate, hungry just ate
Riffin, she got to be to work by eight
This must mean she ain't tryin to wait
Conversate,

Texas Women (Don't Stay Lonely Long)

Brooks & Dunn

Hard Workin' Man

1993

Well I'll bet by the time I get to Tulsa
She'll be pullin' on them tight blue jeans
She'll go down to Cowboy's, buy herself a cold one

could dance the night away
My love will make you dance the night away

When I'm with you, I'm dancing with a star
Came out the blue and grabbed me by

list is crossed off
The fit made its debut at the crosswalk
And I got all the juice to make all these cars honk
The former lost cause gettin' eyed by

they see you first as a nigger
So they'll put you in the ground like a tent pole
You don't need to hear from Jean Byrne
To know which way the wind blows

Saw you standin' across the street
You're a boy I'd like to meet
With your blue jeans and your smile
And a laugh that'd never go outta style
Uh huuuh

on a motel night
Glass of brandy on the bed stand
I can feel the ribs of the wallpaper
In jeans to lean and scheme around the room

Tired of the clock in

a buck or three
Everybody just kept walking by
They didn't seem to notice me
Oh, my soul, if you're calling that hip
I've got the new square blues

Well, I

And you are my wifey
You look right with your hair to the side
Blue jeans, nyc shoes and a yellow top
Likes tunes from bashment to mellowrock
Youre a real

The Lamborghini was my whippin' wheels
Did a different deal
Then I fucked a different
Bitch in Hidden Hills
In my blue Lamb', need a different teal
And a different

Sickness

Bobby Digital

Digital Bullet

2001

White sands stretched out as far as the eye can see
Found buried by the sea
The heat of Allah son will crack through Antarctica
We ride blue whales, you

I'm an official mack, Lex coupe triple black

Criminal thoughts in the blue Porsche
My destiny's to be the new boss
That nigga Paulie gotta die, he

Fresh blue Chucks, checkerboard Vans
Money and power go hand in hand
I'm a young boss man out that boss land
Stirring up smoke, kicking up sand
I got

loved by one and aw'
Oh what will all the lassies do when Willie gangs awa'

The first he met was Lady Kate who led him through the hall
And wi' a sad

GET FRIDAY NIGHT CRAZY
GOIN WILD IN THE FIELD WITH MOON KISSED DAISYS
BE BUZZIN ON YOUR BEAUTY, KILL IT IN THOSE BLUE JEANS 
WE CAN WATCH THE SUN GO

filled with Blue guap' 
Walk on the stage
Bitches looking too shocked
Drop my first verse
Niggas called me Tupac
I'm taking over 
Bout to blow the roof off

blue just like the navy
Now I'm making cheese getting milk like baby

Got free time but ain't shit free
Gotta hit the studio to be with my team
Don't