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there's nothing left to take
Except eternity

And who will come
To flower our graves?
With us still here

Covered with dust
Remembered by few
But forgotten

These habits of mine I've been trying to kick
All my ex-lovers and their ghosts that come with it
And all these secrets I tried to keep
I'm digging

produced by Prince Paul
Slaps ya skull, no static at all

Static mixed in but it don't cling
To a fat rope dope Gucci link or an earring
Hand now

Niggas Die 4 Me

DMX

Opposite of H2O

2000

like dust
Chicks want to slurp?
Ya guaranteed I'm a make 'em burp
Just push your teeth to the curve
And hum a word
Some nerve, cats think they can

By faith the walls fell down
After they were compassed

Seven hundred one thousand days
Seven days one hundred breaths
Seven hundred and seventy

I'll 
Kick the dust
And trust that you are
Howling till the wolves come home
Fill your cup with rum
Cause you are
Howling till the wolves come home

Come

for us
Let's slip off to a sand dune real soon
Kick up a little dust

Come on the cactus is our friend
He'll point out the way
Come on 'till the evening

the dust

The bomb blew as expected
And the bad ones never cease
The evidence was covered up by the police
They'll beat you and they'll kick you
Til you're

You can fill your life's dance card
Till someone cuts in
Just like every square dance
And hoedown you've been
Kick up yesterday's dust
And make

There was a lot of rocking going on that night
Cruising time for the young bright lights
Just down past the gasworks, by the meat factory door

Midnight at the Oasis

Reneé Olstead

Renee Olstead

2004

for us
Let's slip off to a sand dune, real soon
And kick up a little dust
Come on, Cactus is our friend
He'll point out the way
Come on, till

again, they're wrapped in storm
Not by our shores again so we crack on
But we must kick off and aim it above

This tripe is building walls a mile high

Live It Up
by Justin Mise
written by Justin Mise & Heather Holley

It's my life, gonna live it, live it
It's my life, gonna live it up
It's my life,

Don't acquit)
Life knows how kick
Blood up in my spit
Tried to do the kid
But couldn't finish it
Look at how I did
Sent back the pinky rang
Of your

an ex (yeah)
Get me black, four-door 'Lac
Windows crack and I'm out (out)

Comin' down kickin' up dust on a dirt road
Red clay keep scuffin' up my

I'll leave ya ass in the dust like I'm A.J. Greene
And I'm back now
Chillin' in the back of the lac like The Rock lay the smackdown
Feel like Shaq in

Two-step, two-step, round and round,
Kick up dust on sacred ground,
Love’s a spark in every glance,
At the country dance hall romance.

Lucy Mae with her

making bucks
Every time you play my track blaze one up
Guaranteed to get you smacked angel dust
Backseat of the lac make my run
Downtown Willie Brown in

Tried By 12

East Flatbush Project

First Born Overdue [Bonus Tracks]

let no man curse
Or one of us will leave here tonight in a hearse
For we'll be tried by 12
And fertilizing daisies
Crying mommas and cousins

You roll rolling by hot on the asphalt
That way I just can't get to you
I'm disappearing in the rear view
Just when I think I know where we are
You

カリスマなプレイリスト 愉しんでいって頂戴
刻め! All by yourself

足りないマテリアル 埋め合う こんな connection
誰も彼も感じる sensation
予定調和抜け 全開で騒げば
此処はまるで like a diamond dust
(Shout) A to Z のスベテを

let no man curse
Or one of us will leave here tonight in a hearse
For we'll be tried by 12
And fertilizing daisies
Crying mommas and cousins

I'm Hot

Webbie

Savage Life 2 [Clean]

2008

(CHORUS)
I'm HOT NIGGA ITS MY TURN I wouldn't TOUCH ME 'cause MY HAND
MY BURN,I'm COLD you ALREADY KNOW you CAN GO BY WAT you HEARD
DEPENDING ON WAT

Choppin up That Paper

Val Young

Headz or Tailz

1998

of me and twista ridin in the benz/lac
But tell me can you fade back?
Still ridin in the see-a-d-I double l, double a-see always

Chorus 1x

Verse 2
(ak)