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empty

Strangers on the street was blinded
By my attitude or should I say Nike?
Exercise no muscle, duffle bag full
Of deadstock

From the East

Mercy

Kanye West

G.O.O.D. Music: Cruel Summer

2012

the champion sound (swerve)
Believe, believe (swerve)
Believe, believe (swerve)

Yugh! It's prime time, my top back, this pimp game, ho
I'm red leather,

Took everything up for the takin', I couldn't save it
See red and blues, I hit the pavement, got love, got vacant
She needed angles, I need angels, I'm

Good Thing We're Rappin'

Digital Underground

Sons of the P

1991

the rappin, we'd be mackin'
It's a good thing that we're rappin'

There was a time when they called me Smooth Eddie
Playing the hoes and shook the red card

slow dancing with this whiskey
Lord I swear to god I've never been enamored by Allah
Y'all thugging with the law
Finn Balor looking demons that final cop

And fightin' off them summer blues
Guess the year flew by
Now it's Christmas time with you

There's a crow talkin' up a storm
On a pine tree in the yard
He's

the firelight

She's my kind of woman
Red White and Blue American
Stands for what she believes
God Country and Family

Drinking down Whiskey Crown
Sugar lips

Got my bean bags tossin'
Had to two step on 'iym
E'rrybody's drinkin'
Got the campsite singin'

Rockin' Red White and Blue
Breakin' all the rules
Not

drinkin' whiskey and tonics...
Makin' floors quake, booties shake, b-boys break, ‘cause I'm movin' tectonics
With My DJs on the mix, scratchin' vinyl

To Tibet trellis voodoo mango
Budapest fellas blue moon tango
Like Rambo no bullet vest
Woolen west I'm a new town Rango

To Tibet trellis voodoo

decline
Where straight is the only norm and genders can't recline
The red and blue goblins knockin' your eye black and blue if you color blind
No reason but

Eatin' me inside
I might drink myself to death
Just so I can feel alive
I'm gonna ask that drunken bartender
To pour another song
He said a Whiskey

Sunday morning and I’m Still without ma baby
I don’t know what to do without the whiskey and tha lovin
Just hope the moon in the sky will make me alright

this ain't the only town, in the USA that loves a country sound
So I dedicate my song to you and everybody in the red, white and blue

A little town just

to ride with me
She put her hand into her bag, now
Pulled out a half pint of red eye sauce
Sneakin' 'round the corner, drinkin' whiskey from a jar
I don't

I'm the furthest thing from human being  the universe has ever seen 
My body came from outer space  delivered  by a  tractor beam
Xenomorph acid face

I'm drinkin' won't be good enough
Lookin' so damn fine in that red sundress
I walked right up to her and said

I said, hey there, baby, you're drivin'

see the car
She took me downstairs and we crashed the bar
We was chillin' in the basement, drinkin' Red Wipple
After a while, my head between pink

got this Mexican bitch drinkin' peroxide (wow)
If I OD on Wockhardt, just let me die (damn)
I catch a body, cut my hair and I go to Dubai
Huh? You

Mercenaries

Harry Chapin

Dance Band on the Titanic

1977

blues
With illegal notions alive,
Alive in your head

You are back from some war
That you've been fighting for
Some old blue blood bastard 
In

And the ones that took the charge
Instead of snitchin' on you
I bleed red white and blue
I'm the southern old
And if you seem to have a problem
You're

that I need you by my side
Just like I need a cold beer on a Friday night

Be it blue jeans or Daisy Dukes, tank top and some cowboy boots
You're always

i've changed, stopped drinkin'
whiskey and wine

life could have more meaning...

we are heading for another day