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of the yawning dene
and over a gorsey brow vanishes
her black horseshoe rump and tattered tail
into a gossamer vale.

At the heather-tousled crest of
Yeavering

The Surrey with the Fringe on Top

John Raitt

The Great American Songbook [2002]

2002

When I take you out, tonight, with me,
Honey, here's the way it's goin' to be:
You will set behind a team of snow white horses,
In the slickest

Surrey With the Fringe on Top [From Oklahoma!]

John Raitt

The Best of John Raitt

1995

When I take you out, tonight, with me,
Honey, here's the way it's goin' to be
You will set behind a team of snow white horses,
In the slickest gig

70 Bars

Lloyd Banks

Money in Da Bank, Vol. 4 [Bonus Tracks]

2006

I'm too smooth, white prada shoes with the dooey
I spin ya fuckin neck when I speed the through
The ceilin is see-through, all you top billin off of me

Diamond Mountain

Luka Bloom

Turf

1994

Voices cry out, shells of houses
White-faced children, hungry eyes
The cruel sea calls the unwilling traveler
Who would look for the road

Softly now the burn is rushing
Every lark its song is hushing
On the moor thick rest is falling
Just one heather-blade is calling
Calling, calling,

This for the dope pushers , pure white cookers ,  u know the vibes , USA getting high, while they book us , or shoot the 5, for the have nots , rocks

sweater (Yeah)
Fuck a bitch she a heather (Yeah)
Car seats all leather
Uh yuh I am the boss
Yuh yuh like I’m Rick Ross
Uh yuh I got the sauce
Got that off

no sweater (Yeah)
Fuck a bitch she a heather (Yeah)
Car seats all leather
Uh yuh I am the boss
Yuh yuh like I'm Rick Ross
Uh yuh I got the sauce 
Got

you know I've never found
A better place to lose my heart
So now I'm Barra bound

The beaches up in Barra
They're as bright and white as snow
And clear

You and I, in the sere, brown weather
When clouds hang thick in the frowning sky
When rain-tears drip on the bloomless heather
Unheeding

a sweater (Frio!)
Fucked a white bitch and I cried
Colonizer name was Heather (Colonization)
I’ma pro side nigga fucking on ya pops wife (Sancho!)
I be

whenever
Said I'm the best her name was Heather
You know the rest know imma tell her

Cook in the kitchen my niggas a bake
How could I pay attention

a sign of borderline poverty
Bandos, hella run down stores and properties
Gentrifying broadway, yeah ain't no stopping these
White folks tearing down

Said you want some pressure, that's an extra cost
Said my dick was better, get her wetter
We can measure off
Baby want my treasure, that's why Heather

a love letter gave it to the wrong Heather she pretty but I let her 
Go Should I really know 
That she's the one for show up
Left party packs out we are

say she Heather in all types of weather
I wonder if she's gonna remember me
All that I wanted is something I can't have
And that's how it is and I get

You gotta get new you gotta get better uh
Gotta stack up the cheddar
Most valuable player deserve me a medal
Gotta white lil bitch i think ha name

not messing with no Heathers 
Yet until we in the series and we sitting on the leather 

My words will cut like a blender compared to mine you a feather

Everything fades away
It's either black or white, or it's shades of grey
I see minor things in a major way
Could just sit at home watching the throne

paved with white stones
Beckoned me - feeling I still can't explain
Presage I felt inside backed up my way to the fair heather dale

I will remember

To hurt the enemy
No empathy, toward no entity
That wanna injury me
Niggas really wanna stop my shit
Somebody call Heather B
I’m fenna talk my shit
19’ I

from the streets of the H
Got no love for the weak or the fake
Lookin like I’m bout to ski by the face
50 Gs and a big white key in my safe
Live from

And he white
How does this fool bump
Meet in traffic
I gotta full trunk

Talk so much shit that
It's on they breathe 
Wannabe right 
He got hit with