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Wild Wood

Paul Weller

A Conversation with Paul Weller

1995

High tide, mid afternoon
People fly by, in the traffic's boom
Knowing, just where you're blowing
Getting to where you should be going

Don't let

purse 
If he run I gotta kill him cause that paperwork
Catch a nigga out in traffic put him on a shirt 
Them hitters on alert nigga cause we know you work

tha one that was driving
We ain't family no moe you my rivalry
Lease it feel like you act like you tried to be
Every time when I pull up you hide from

she fucks with me she love that droe (love that droe)
She use her nose she want that white she want some moe
All this cash on me I don't know where

she fucks with me she love that droe (love that droe)
She use her nose she want that white she want some moe
All this cash on me I don't know where

on a bad day
Your favorite rapper never had lle'
Let alone traffic state to state
I Sat in that kitchen and scraped the plate
Cooked dope while auntie sang

Wild Wood

Paul Weller

Modern Classics: The Greatest Hits

1998

High tide, mid afternoon
People fly by, in the traffic's boom
Knowing, just where you're blowing
Getting to where you should be going

Don't let

judged by 12 than carried by 6 with a bullet in my fuckin head 
How many times I gotta tell y’all, mags loaded up we on the way just to fill em with lead

of white and I ain't talkin Bout no racist
In a S550 I'm cuttin Up in traffic racin
Mama there go That man
Hoppin in and out of Benzes
Fucked a couple

the bread by the foot
And pretty soon I'm gone
Quicker than they could look
Smoke a lotta strong
Smell it all on my hood
Can't play no moe
Goin harder than

you really know what's up know what's up 
Aye 
I said we pullin' up pullin' up 
Girl I'm on my way the traffic fucked up fucked up
Aye 
I said we

you think I'm finna do
(Man I gotta go get it)
Winners make a way
Losers make excuses
(Man I gotta go get it)
Winners make a way
Losers make excuses

Death By A Thousand Cuts

Taylor Swift

Lover

2019

death by a thousand cuts

I dress to kill my time
I take the long way home
I ask the traffic lights if it'll be alright
They say, "I don't know"

Now look I don't know forsure but I reckon
This fully auto put 10 in yo body in a second
They caught his ass in traffic aww naw he be wrecking
Just

'cause I be you, R.I.P. you, damn
If I get caught by them niggas in traffic better pray to God his gun don’t jam
Too paranoid sittin' low in the seat with

fat
Straight gas in the air, bitch
I ain't smokin' on no crack

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
Catch a tiger by his toe
Gas got me movin' slow, bitch
I ain't

I get caught by them ****** in traffic better pray to God his gun don’t jam
Too paranoid sittin' low in the seat with the heat ridin' 'round with my

I see you hatin' I'm like "aye moe"

I'm tryna' stack all my guap up
Put food on the table for mama
I'm tryna' spend a bag on my father
I gotta grind

moe
Package in the mailbox
Leave the money by the door
Acey isn't feeling grimey
So he going to let you go
But I promise you
You run yo mouth then he

Dear Mr. Christian

Lecrae

Minorville

2013

religion
I know I'm supposed to change the way I live and stop sinning
But I'd appreciate it if you take some time to listen
Dear Mr. Christian, I know

want even know
That I'm creepin 
Its too many hoes
So Why should I say no
When I'm a Mac fasho
Yeah I'm creepin 
Eeny, miny, moe
I spot her then she go

Temptations crossing through my mental
Looking both ways
Foe I step up on my way home
Foe I seen a girl
She was standing bout ye tall
By a plastic

got it all really
I'm going red trippy 
Smokin' too much like everything iffy 
Saw you moving funny partin' ways with ya 
Yeah I caught you slippin' you

These niggas want me dead
Puttin' prices on my head tell them niggas I ain't scared 
Up in traffic with this lead if its up bitch ima spray it
Don't