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Edge of the night
You and me on sight
End of July
Colors in the sky
High as a kite
Made me feel alright
Making you mine
Will you lay by my side
I

roaches
8 Thousand 5 hundred and 55 miles across the ocean
Still link up and make magic, my flow is hocus-pocus
Nigga, deliver shots and I return to sender

how to hustle
Call my nigga Connor he gon' show you how to hustle
My bro got the 8
He split the 4
I cannot fuck with you nasty lil' hoes
I'm high den

plate
This life of mine, I put it on high stakes
On the go 24/7 putting cash in the bank

Smoke in the air, I've been clouded by you
I got so many scars,

Ghetto B.I.

Channel Live

Armaghetto

2000

the station to channel live
That underground hard-core sound who said it'd die
'Cause if it is me and my nine's
The first to ride
For my niggas
Live by

Ghetto B.I.

Channel Live

Armaghetto [Clean]

2000

the station to channel live
That underground hard-core sound who said it'd die
'Cause if it is me and my nine's
The first to ride
For my niggas
Live by

The Crawl

Fiddler's Green

Folk Raider

2002

[Chorus]
Well we're good old boys, we come from the Northern Shore
Drinkers and carousers the likes you've never seen
And this night by God! We

I'm going 5:30 pace
And I'm smoking a spliff
And I want a negative split
I'm high as the sun
Bro don't even trip
On your laces or a vibe
Don't ever

lickety-split in 8 mile
Waiting on me to fall?
Gunna be waiting for awhile
Been Plotting since a child
At my house where the wild things were
Such a blur
Take

ice)
Hop out on foot, let pipe off
Yellow tape, white chalk
Ot gettin' this ice off
'Fore a hundred miles every country town around, we beat it down

Home

Gym Class Heroes

The Quilt [Clean]

2008

the equivalent of Mc2, multiplied by eight kimbos, plain and simple
When im not to the nearest tenth hell, its just a waist of time
I'm stingy, I only make sense

balling or you barely getting by
If you a real smoker all you wanna do is get money and
I'm a doobie brother pass the doobie to me brother
Even when I'm

you can't turn back
Wind River, Wyoming
Took my breath away
But I saw you in the stars
So I split to Santa Fe
Got mile high in Colorado
But your memory

Feeling the moon cause I'm riding the tide
Drifting away to the other side

Ooohhh I can see you from miles away
Getting further day by day
Someday we will

plague daily make that belly ache
Keep it high function another check mate
Swallowed by the shades self created as of late
Lost state know it blinded no

Was raised by pop my stepmother my heart
I used to bump ugk when I was eight
That's on god 
Not a good took then 
Gold tooth to through the part 
How am

so nauseas
All these drugs
Fried creative content

Getting by still elavated
The most
Still elevating the coast
I spit It str8 at your soul
Say it str8

Run from the shadows
But hide In the shadows
Runs Towards a Battle
Eighty Eight Mustang no saddle
Dive in that water no paddle
Say you want beef we

being ignored and pushed
Around by the label

They then sent us all to Orlando
To rehearse and write eight
Hours a day for our first
Record half -way

high that I can kiss the sky
(Up, up to the sky) yeah, yeah, Tical

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four
Three, two, murder one lyric at your

Platform at da top when I get there so I can stay up
Up so high im seein the people dat I got prayed up
Vamp and make the cut when I bring blade up, straight

mind where it's never gone before
And so like a mushroom in cow shit
And I'm taking it just to get the ultimate high, baby
The ultimate high, ohh

Sakura baby, mafia love valentine gang
Hanging on by a string, high as a kite in the dark man
Superhero with a heart man
Soulchurch, pink heart, red snow

skies
Fish swim for hundreds of miles upstream
Never resting, until they die
Elk cross the Arctic by millions
Young ones keep up, if they're able
Homo