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don't know where I'm going, man only time will tell
And I'm my own curse and I can't read the spell
But I'm feeling pretty good now
I'm a put a few down
I

by stress
Yo did y here what you fucking said
Money on my mind but it's followed by stress
Followed by death just gimme a breath
I chipped that cunt

I just wanna stay inside
Stay hmmm
DiYoute
ODG
I just wanna stay, inside

Don't listen to radio no more
Cause every time I put it on I get some bad

gang we in the bus up on the motherfucking road
Hop in the mix mix mix
When we pull up I need it lit lit lit

You can’t do me dirty little bitch I’m from

a blunt
This ain't GTA but I'm driving like spun
Stopping by the alley way throw some one
Put it in her back throw her up in the front
Switch it up on her

Sifting through my CD shelf
For songs all sung by someone else
I'll mix them up so you can see
How much you really mean to me

I'll play it on the radio

where my heart at
And they tell you that's the way it go, the way it go
Music playing on the radio, the radio
Don't wanna' hear no love song
So why do I

Rapper's Delight [Long Version]

The Sugarhill Gang

Sugar Hill Story: To the Beat Y'All

1994

out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You

Mm, yeah

Oh, I don't wanna be famous
Money and cars, they just fade away
Oh, I don't wanna be famous
I just wanna be noticed by you, mm

Oh,

woah
I know we fighting lil baby, and you thinking 'bout if you maybe go
I been thinking 'bout changing, waiting, hearing me on your radio
No matter what

There's a Price 2 Pay

Afroman

Sell Your Dope

2000

the mix, if you know what I mean
'cause the girl's only sixteen
Your nipples are hard
Your bootie's soft
But cutie I need to drop you off
Grabed my keys then

the secret path, ooh

eyes closed, 
guide me by your touches
swear this 
is more than enough and
i know 
that nothing else matters, 
this is getting better,

to the hood
Pass them all out on the block, what's good?
I'mma put the Compton swap meet
By the White House
Republican run up, get socked out
Hit the Pres with

Hard Rhymin'

Paris

Rebirth of a Nation

2006

Hard truth soldier radio

Brothers and sisters, this is not a test
I've been asked by Public Enemy 
Leader Chuck D to make this emergency

Children's Story

Mos Def

Black Star

1998

presidential I got to have it"
With liquor in his belly son, he made up the track
But little did he know that his joints was wack
The shiny A&R said "Great

Sunshine in my eyes, now I'm colorblind
I'm losing my sight
But I can see the palm of your hand coming by
And just blurry lines

You mix my emotions

it, bitch, if you see me in
I got three different traps and a CPN
Pay the rent, I gotta go through the VPN
I know these niggas ain't wanna see me win

a game
Steady try'na clock the diamonds in
My piece and chain wanna rub on the grain
Wanna sit on the butter
When bitch you will discover I'm a
Pimp

Down in Mexico

Jerrod Niemann

Judge Jerrod & the Hung Jury

2010

down, in Mexico?
With sweet drinks in hand, girls with cinnamon tans, 
Don't mix mix with tears you know.
From Monterrey to Tampico Bay
Don't matter

name but I knew just who they meant

I was so surprised and shocked, and I wondered, too
If by chance you heard it for yourself
I never told a soul just

solid, I don't wanna turn the radio
I don't wanna break this image
That I tried so hard

To remember, I was never good at this
Trying to make sense of what

basic to Ye Guevara
That means Saint Laurent is my zebra
I remember Rochelle ain't wanna fuck me with a polo
Ay bitch, you missed out, hashtag promo

I

turn bad

Boy Better Know, it's money making season
Book a flight to New York for no reason
Niggas wanna buy a CD, I'm selling it
Go to the radio
Give

'm Kim K
I didn't get put on by radio 
Come up organic like paleo 
Putting work in like it's daily though
I just ascend like arpeggios
I only wear my own