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Hot to Death

Everlast

Whitey Ford Sings the Blues

1998

Keep it live all night
Make it hot to death

Well...
Hey...

Tell me who's your God
Does he make a lotta dough
I'm gonna take you higher
Or to the fire

I Love It

Sia

Drinking from the Sun

2012

I'm wondering where the day went
The clouds have me shrouded in grey but
I'm still out pounding the pavement, word
Drowning the hurt by pounding

Hey, hey, brown sugar
Let me tell you, chocolate bunny, you're a looker
By the look of it, you're looking for some good love
And since I got a sweet

Hey bro... Remember when it was just us?
Looking up at the sky, wondering what’s what
“Is there a god or is it just us?”
“Man, shut up...”
I used

lineage and surname
Well in your world
Everything fine
No one out, offline
And everybody ranked by design
To you obscene that brown are we eyes
So you

nights, plenty couches to be crashed on
Hoping God don't pull a fast one

Never had a worry in the whole wide world if the weekend's rolling like it has

my life up a couple decibels
Time ticks, each second goes, it's precious, how we invest it though?
Opposing the God from where blessings flow?
That's

nigga by his toe
Make him tip-tap like he tap dancing at a show
Get him on the weekend, that's the X and O (slide)
Niggas that be talkin' don't do shit

Call that five for five
Five grams smokin' sour diesel
Bitch I'm 'bout to cry
She said she couldn't swallow all my dick
But she had to try
Oh my God, oh

and fuck the police at the same time born black and brown we all guilty of the same crime

God got me try to keep it righteous till the Lord call me pray

But sure I would see you later

Ratchet music had us in a trance
Dancing on everybody huh
But I couldn't dance
Knew you lived alone
By the time I hit ya

the fact I'm in spaces where God's playin' favorites
Maybe it's my lack of discernment hurtin' my transformation
Why in the fuck would I worry though like

Hey, you want to live your best life?
Drinks up, everybody down for the night
I'mma, I'mma feel this in the morning
But fuck it, if it feels right

overnight
The happiness don't happen by snapping your finger
The happiness comes when you committed, when you devoted
So all I want is y'all, uh, here we go

I’ll see 

Girl you know 
This **** is not free 

Pretty brown skin 
Looking like Tweet 

So you know you got to
A call me 

By the way 
The south got

horror shocked, yelling at moms in the kitchen
I pretend I wasn't listening but still paying attention
Life is a gift and if God wills it, live it

holds anything as long as it's a cup

I own a car!
CcR! CcR! 

Look out, it's beige! The coolest kind of brown a human can handle
Thank god that you're

lost never found
I'm smoking on purple, you smoking on brown
Jugged your man for them racks, put them on the ground
We send em gas , serve it by

means new brown rock
Hey EazyElz we love your flow
Then show your titties at my show
Butt clapping handstand
Put her tit in yo hand
But don't make this

I got cash on my head, its bread on my mind
Hey, aye, I got cash on my head, its bread on my mind
That lil bitch so fine
If I pull up with gang then

the brown skin 
Hey little boy with the trumpet 
Show em what they can't believe 
They don't wanna see us make money 
Live to make something from nothing

I'm kind of fucked
Cause Joey's fucking butt dump kind of fucking stunk
What, clogging up the drain it's big brown bass stunk
Dubby shits to the power

curves, hey
It's your turn to shine, let you feel the bliss
It's your turn to ride the car that'll take to your dreams, yeah
I swear to God, you look like

Down
Get hawked down
They know I walk it like I talk now
Hey hey
See this shit be
It really be
But I make it look
It just really be
I just make it look