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The Murder Mystery

The Velvet Underground

The Velvet Underground

1969

succulent smooth and gorgeous. Isn't it nice? We're number One and so forth. Isn't it sweet being unique?
Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker)
For screeching

I Found Keisha

Dave East

P2

2018

robbed East"
James ran out, jumped in the car, relit the blunt up
The sun up, kids going to school, think I might come up
Keisha found in a pool

to the murder of Dr david Gunn
Who was killed in Florida
By pro-life activists
While I was living there that was
The ultimate hypocrisy I
Witnessed growing up:

Because James is the name
Ay it's Tannor here and I want to say a few words
I'm going to play some chords
I can always get home on time
While I'm there I

Yellow PT Cruiser, yellow 'Lac on rims
Drop yellow 'Vette and a platinum Rolls Royce
That's seven different cars, everyday I got a choice
On my way

Going crazy looks
Like freedom now
Times more than money
Don't need freedom when I'm dead
Running for happiness
But every step is closer to death

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and let it fall to its complete length
The James Dillingham Youngs were very proud of two things which they owned
One thing was Jim's gold watch
It had once

Mac without the Fries
I'm used to home-cooked meals dawg with all the sides
You better go home before you miss your story time
Nighty-night,

Gold Rush [Album Version (Edited)]

Clinton Sparks

Gold Rush

2013

I step out the Eldorado
I know you don't love me you just love my poncho
My girls back at home posted up at the condo
Doesn't mean that we can't

And "jiggaboo" and "spearchucker"
And ugly real ugly
By the local White folks
And the local Negroes too
Just because she was born tobacco brown like James Brown
Ma

fuckers stayin' mad

Bastard, I'm a Snow, just like what we writing in
I get high and ride dragons just to come home again
We in the stu', too high to even

Biblical 
Sticks and stone break bones but choppas will get rid of you 
Rode by your home and left it looking like a peekaboo 
Fuck a truce I'm Zues

Genius of the Phoenix
They throw stones and hide they hands
Dog I'm Flamethrowing
Tall as James Comey
Take a stand
Fall for nothing
Angel trumpets

Meanwhile I'm going through an identity crisis aghhh 
10 year vet coming back from long service 
Lived a normal life but the shit was not workin 
Put all my

to talk to Lamar.
Albert Goldman, kiss by butt.

E-P, Phone Home.
I said,... 
E-P, Phone Home.
Give me a call, Elvis.
Now, I won't tell The Colonel

for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These

I'm kinda like Kurt Cobain but you really call me Kourt Cobain
Suicidal thoughts going through my brain walking through my brain while I'm walking

Left Lane

Chris Webby

Homegrown

2013

[Chorus]
I be living in the left lane
Passing y'all by
Sun roof rolling back, speakers up high
I be living in the left lane
Closing my eyes,

Colorado Boy
Fish out of water, mountain lion in the city
Colorado boy, but I think that I've gone missing
Surrounded by some people that are higher

The Hand Clap

Big Poppa

51/50 Ratchet

2007

to clapping my hand like I'm finna going insane
Lil momma wanna marry me
Just give me sum brain
I'm gripping, gripping the grain
Let me see you Rick James

with the sun in my eyes
beneath present moment skies,
squinting and wondering how I got here.
Going through the contents of my backpack,
shaking out

When you down by two
You go for the three, right
At least, that's what I do

I'm going Curry from 30
I'm going Curry from 30
I'm going Curry from 30

beating cowards in my weakest hour
C'mon champ the seasons ours
This chapter like the 19 Raptors, I'm Kawhi
The rapper turned factor I'm not gettin' by

some fun
But I can't take you home
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I might have to turn this date night to a drive-by
Cause the way you lookin'
I can't promise I won't bite
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