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through the groove that I chose
Keep the ego out my ear
And hold your fears by the throat

No plateaus
Committed to living I'm diggin through 
Visions

drunk
Things just different 
Celebrating different
Always by myself 
But bring all the bitches
Sipping on this Gin and juice
My hormones trippin
But my

Go race!

[Verse One]:
It's the National Association
Of Stock Car Auto Racin'
And it's so amazin'
I got hooked on it from this girl I'm datin'
Hick

this rap game is pregnant, N-O-R-E, Nore
Stand for Niggaz On the Run Eatin, no matter if they still treatin
The object of the game is just to stay

floor with vengeance and they witness 
The relentless moves on baby girl fitness 
I'm sweating and I'm in this  
Non-stop, don't stop in other words I'm

She’s my brown eye beauty
I woke up this morning and, everything feel right
Cause I got my baby ay, right by my side
She’s looking so lovely so,

floor
It makes it hard
To show ‘em all our moves
But we don’t care
As Madonna said
We’re gonna get
Into the groove
Time is standing still around this

Feel this funky rhythm right there
Grab somebody by the hand and tell em

Dance with me
Take me to the highest high
Dance with me
Move with me thru space

One time, every time clock ticks by 
Snare drum hits with sharp sounds that satisfy
Two time, second time the flow goes
I transpose to heaven's

And I’m drifting
Slowly drifting away
What you don’t see
Past all the crooked teeth
Fine porcelain
Waiting to shine
Brighter than diamond
I am
Working

efficient
Peep the photo finish
I might groove to this song with my lady
I'm from LA, I bought the one with no safety
"Fuck you
Pay me" is the motto 'til they

fella
Let's fill her Majin Buu with some Nutella
I got pain for her grooves like Stella
Just please let me inhale her
This is the prime
Stop wasting time

shopped around so I'm as sure as can be
You don't lose when you groove with your honor in mind
And I detect some respect for this much of my time
I know

You claim to be a stepper
Bet you couldn't step a meter in my shoes
I be thugged out
Always got a heater in my Trues, uh
Solid by myself
Don't need

WHEN DYLAN WENT ELECTRIC
WORDS AND MUSIC BY LISA WITTY

I GOT MY MIND MADE UP GONNA FOLLOW THIS HEART OF MINE 
AND I'M A LITTLE AFRAID BUT BABY I

I don't think you see me now
Between the sky and the ocean floor
It calls me
Nothing more
Matters much now
Surrounded by these same signs
They call

definition for this is needed
Kyle tells me that knowing needs no reason
I don't care about bad fortune from this height

Our first phone call went straight

the Thesaurus
There's a chink in your armour
You're porous
Check the goal difference
Nigga fuck all that aggregate
This is that flavour that don't need no

Criminals are stopped dead in their tracks sometimes even masterminds
How does it do it
How does he move'em
How does he groove'em
How can he make these types

child's an arsonist
That's why I'm a problem
On the mic
You want no parts of this
Was I imbued with powers
By a sick syntax sorceress
In an act of defiant

It's the groove in your eyes
All I remember is the dark sighs

Candle lights and red wine
Us, in the depths of time

Don't say what's on your mind

stay together
we getting at the groove
and we’re giving you the mood
don’t you stop until you get it alright

Guantanamera…….

I can see the blue sky in

stay together
we getting at the groove
and we’re giving you the mood
don’t you stop until you get it alright

Guantanamera…….

I can see the blue sky in

Accentuating syllables, connecting with the spiritual
Deflecting all the miserable, by talking my desires
Even in a cipher when i'm hollering pass that
Holding