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Foxy Brown

Chyna Doll [Clean]

1999

You know how Mac play, quiet town, tie it down
I supply it now, by the pound
Might front you a Q if you buy a pound
If you didn't try it then, why

of running in a late night rat race
Copy cats out on prowl move that way

Duck duck duck duck duck duck goose
Chat you back gunna come home to roost
Said

Jennifer Eccles

The Hollies

20 Golden Greats

1978

White chalk, written on red brick
Our love, told in a heart
It's there, drawn in the playground
Love, kiss, hate or adore

I love Jennifer

Half written songs
There's a life in the promise
Its' funny to see
My fears here on the page
Words breaking my fall
I hear you call from another room

Make Your Peace

Scarface

Balls and My Word

2003

a bullet in my own head, it's my death
So when twelve o'clock jump on eve of 11/9
Suicide
Just as I thought, a bright light
Greeted by friends

high
Always had a thing how I would get by
Never had a clue put my quest in I
Q the ambition why the stress oh my
Know one day I'm a touch the sky

Two tears in the bucket I cry with you
But I could never lie with you
I could never afford not to afford
I could never put my plans
To the side with

blowin’ over the fields of England
Snow covered New Year’s Eve in London

Credits: All songs written by Ian S. McCaskie/John Jack Jr
c 2023 Dusty Boy

Small Town Red White and Blue
Written by Chad Sanders 

(Verse 1)
In Arab Alabama, 
Marshall County's my home
Guntersville Lake is where I fish
I'm

XO's
Lately the anger consuming me I feel like someone just put me in red mode
Thinking that somethings gon change if I get to the top but I'll still do

wheel
Protected by Uriel and wingz of Gabriel 
Black Castro, with a pic in his Afro 
Interpret for the pharaoh but swift as a sparrow 
With skin

One Brick

Aesop Rock

Labor Days

2001

it by design?
That I'm trapped in time sand
Show radio mission control but for my rhymes
Man 'cause I can like aluminum
And I recycle my

sounds of Sam Cooke
Mid-60's, my moms then moved to Red Hook
Same hood Al Capone was put
And got his rep as a crook
In them criminal books, we don't look

But Willie got there first 

The rhymes were already written 
The rhythm laid down by the band 
The melodies already been brought to life by the piano

Down here that's just our way of life
Stay on your p's and q's all day and night
I came up in it got my name up in it
Niggas took out 'cause they came

for
Dipping my toes in
I should know by now
That life's a rollercoaster
Where'd I go
I'm flowing over boats
And going through the motions
Too busy

handbags
chenellin her dress
and when im in ya crib
im slidin out her ribs
and she tell me the rest
but i tell her whtever
next time i drop by ima leave u

with the Chairman
Of the Board? Delusional!
You see crappy letters? It's
My score in numerals
There's a reason there are
Seven tiles in funeral hate

for opps
Written by putting shit in a bag
A put that pistol on a bitch you thought this shit just for the swag
Shit we leave scenes they say don't make

in, & trust the process 
Look
Wraith Sundays the album on the way!! 
Look 
That shit 100 though

Written By: William Wheeler, Mr Red Sparks

This love was written in the stars like destiny
You a fine brunette aye
Crem brulee
Body silhouette
Like Kimberly
Baby ride the road, little red Corvette

is the man in you
No need to double check this isn’t written in no manual
Just some intangibles, that don’t reveal themselves
Until you’re in a crisis

EDDIE'S BANJO
written by Doug Moreland, ASCAP (composer/author and publisher)

Eddie played the banjo in a bluegrass band
His working man hands could

mood
Hold up - and let me bring out my dancing shoes
You know we coming for that target
Red bottoms to match out the carpet
Gold bottles and plug-ins I'm