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away
Rev it to the red line
I was tryna fly
Tryna speed like light

(Ah
It's a fine line
White powder
Flip it to gold mine
She just got Heart eyes
Gotta

Many a New Day

Joan Roberts

Oklahoma [Fourmatt]

2011

a light lad may kiss and fly
A kiss gone by is bygone
Never have I asked an August sky
Where has last July gone?
Never have I wandered through the rye

they be watchin' pockets
And I need some brand new shit, feenin' in to go shopping

Ain't a red light, boy can't tell Young Mar to stop it
I don't watch

am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello
To the black, to the white, the red and the brown
The purple and yellow, but first, I gotta

Bang bang,

am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello
To the black, to the white, the red and the brown
The purple and yellow, but first, I gotta

Bang bang,

off me
And it's lights out, lights out
You like it better with the
Lights out, lights out
You like it better with the

Making waves like the beach

(Mmm) 

HEY

(Mmmm)

Red light me
Act like when you my shade

Step by me 
Right when you walk my way

Decline me 
While your phone read my name
I

Apocalyptic midnight hour
Hit the gas, invigorate the car with power
Blast pass red lights as I take flight into the night
Bass booming, mind

You Had Too Much to Drink

EPMD

5 Classic Albums [Only @ Best Buy]

2014

in your car
Swervin' on the road
There was a cop in the bushes
On radar patrol
The light turned green
And you decided to stop
It turned red
You

And I'm just getting started
But they beg me to retire
But this is my world
You could call me Michael Myers
Oscar Mayers
I'm a weenie
I'm the meanest
Pull

Hood

Pimp C

Kinfolk

2006

We burnin' rubber, runnin' lights, we don't give a fuck
We on that laffy taffy, y'all niggas be smokin', babby
We custom fitted from our sneakers

said yeah bitch, yeah bitch, retch it down
I feel like cumming, yeah I’m cummin' again
I feel like cumming, yeah I’m cummin' again
Shine some light

You Had Too Much to Drink

EPMD

Rap Wit' Cha 2

1990

in your car
Swervin' on the road
There was a cop in the bushes
On radar patrol
The light turned green
And you decided to stop
It turned red
You

reached to your shore
In the dark night
Lights out of sight
Our boats pushed by the waves
As we reached land
Touching red sand
And now we all want to say

I know some off brand weenies Oscar Myer
Got lil homies talking shit but they can't put out the fire
They said they want the smoke but they lying

back with the yellow gold before the morning light; 
Yet, if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,   
Then look for me by moonlight,

Gotta ball I working live my best life
Shit is hard I be stopping like a red light
I can't even imma kill it till I'm up high
Sorry bitch i gotta

I'm burning up my diaries
cbout you and me
I'll watch the cinders in the breeze
Float away from me

cnd warm myself by that fire
The disappearing

paints the sky with hues of orange and red,
A gentle nudge from dreams, it’s time to rise from bed.
With every ray of light, the world is shining bright,

Eating strawberries and chocolate down by the lake

And suddenly every red light has a way of making me miss you
I want to buy every shirt in case I ever

and four blown tires
Axle wrapped with red brand wire
That old Buick couldn't take no more
Shut her down and threw the keys on the floor

Saw the pistols

while I'm by myself
Bathtub is red; it will drink itself
Turn to me and look me in my eyes
Feel my tears, listen to my cries
Search for me into; never

Wine & Pasta

Wine and pasta, cabernet and lasagna. Sauce on the edge of my glass, designer posture. Of course I'm ahead of my class, and by a lot,

acting off what he heard, brains on the curb
Pursued by the devil, no red lights, words from a serpent
Paranoid niggas shoulder watching , that's a brand