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Super Hero

Joe 90

Dream This

1999

Don't have a name face hidden
New green shoes in the mirror
Just a booth away from flying
In the subway looking down

Comb the dye from your hair out

Triple R

They gonna f around and find out
This ain't the honey comb hide out
In the back so I be right out
Cleans start like some whiteout
Yeah

Wear You Out

TV on the Radio

Desperate Youth, Blood Thirsty Babes

2004

crown of feathers
And check out my vital vibrant comb?
Oh puff chest out and play strong
Grab you by the hair and pull you along

Or do I just talk

You can do your best
Show that you do care
Get up out of bed
Comb the knots out of your hair
Even in the end
You know you'll need a friend
Don't push

Slide out. Step out from the spot, might wild out
That's my crib, honey comb hide out
Ima dig her down with the pipe now. Check the vibe now
Take it

your room
Mary came to talk to you
Helped you comb it out
And Mary laughed and left our home
She took our books and took our lawn gnome
My mom was

on Smirnoff 
That shit a make you veer off 
Hoes tried to steer a bitch wrong
They tired of hearing my songs

Pressed out hot hot combs
Tell mama Ima come home

We culinary with the word color
Comma commissary
We accommodate the wave
You just comb it out
Semicolon in a conscience space
Calligraphy in my viens

Italy
Cause every time I leave my home
I keep a piece
Think they plotting on my dome
And want my sneaks
Fuck with me he gets the comb
Knock out his teeth

Italy
Cause every time I leave my home
I keep a piece
Think they plotting on my dome
And want my sneaks
Fuck with me he gets the comb
Knock out his teeth

Flask Out
Sip till I pass out
Momma wants her kids now
I guess thats some clout
I am not the same Child
I got a child now
MISS me with the No How
Bet

out of bed, comb your hair and actually
Do it right now
Why don't we do the things we say we're going to do Why oh why
Why don't we do the things we say

I'd Rather Have Jesus

Don Gibson

The Singer -- The Songwriter: 1961-1966

1994

rather be true to His holy name

He's fairer than lilies of rarest bloom,
He's sweeter than honey from out the comb;
He's all that my hungering spirit

on 
This rap shit nigga I can go all day long

Haa

You ain't making it out 
Nappy head hot comb that bullshit out 
Proactive for yo rough ass face
Had

just a nuisance 
Burberry with the nooses
Choked up while disputing 
But arguments are illusions
Find the food while you do this
Comb it out with

Rasta lil bitch I’m the King of the throne

Ain’t know it’s me but she singing along
Nappy head n**ga you need you a comb
Shout out my n**gas I’m keeping

just a nuisance 
Burberry with the nooses
Choked up while disputing 
But arguments are illusions
Find the food while you do this
Comb it out with

around
Dirty ass dreads, I got your bitch, comb it out
No I can't drop you at work
No I can't pick you from work
She got some fat lips, I told her put it

a crack
Think you comb it out of your hair
For want of what you will not lack
That you can stumble on it anywhere
And you know that bad penny
Will always

mind
Playing in this hair of mine
I’ll probably comb it out
I just
I, I like it when you...
I like it when you
Rub my scalp
I like it when you
Rub my

scared but shit is scary
Comb you out if shit get hairy
Relationships be temporary
I ain't never getting married
I ain't seeking hella clout
I'm not even

of mine.

Ask every white cloud high in the air
A-search every forest, I'll see if she's there
Comb every mountain, far out to sea
Earth that I live on send

counting on you
White sand falls like snow from your hair
And I said I'd comb it out
I know I'm leaving soon

So dip your feet into the water before I go

level up
Stand up no slouching now
Pants up or were a Gucci belt
Hair cut you need to comb it
Out
Can’t look cute with your room
A mess
Can’t smell good