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matter what skin you're in
Big yellow taxi cab passed me by
Stopped on the next corner to pick up a white guy
The color of you, the color of me
You

Barefoot Blue Jean Night

Jake Owen

Barefoot Blue Jean Night

2011

Cadillac, horns on the hood
My buddy Frankie had his dad hook him up good
Girls smile when we roll by
They hop in the back and we cruise to the river side

blunt somes up
They threaten to call the police
Nigga, you don't know me
You know I get that dope cheese
Steady buying PT-T's, but that shit is O-E

Born to Play Guitar

Buddy Guy

Born to Play Guitar

2015

grave

I got this young reputation
And everybody know my name
Buddy Guy, that is
You know I was born to play this here guitar
I got the blues

jab it
My mans a cool guy
But there’s no way I’m brining to mummy’s
Bad b, she a thief she take the buddy
Sitting in the T
Loads of eating, loads above

rent

Getting high
I love the food, but the blues got me getting by
I'm swan now, but on that road
I'm a different guy

Put down the gun
Picked up

running from dick, baby
Been talking shit lately
I take that pussy, I seise her
Don't get caught by the 8
Cause if you too late, you gon' hurt every time

work, they're hiring at Costco
I hear the pay is not bad

Huh, I should look into that
Thanks for thinking of me, Buddy

Any time

Isn't this

I had a thousand roxy's at the Marriot
I told em meet me at the Citgo
Right there by the Save-a-lot
Now boy you know
I aint meeting nobody at that

waswitwa
Nikhome bhanga na tsemelela Buddy

Strong tribe different breed I call it hybrid
RapTile_sa Self-motivated
Cold blood dope lines they call me young

that raw but I ain't caught no fish yet
We put a dick in every handgun, ain't gotta piss, yeah, ayy
Them guys cool but we ain't feelin', we on no buddy

I can get the shawty in a wraith
Rack it up, put it in a safe
She just want the meta on a plate
But she gon' have to fuck me
Hold it down follow by

Blue and distant stars beneath.
“Quackkk... quack quack quack quack quack!” 3 blue guards giggle out, standing on a metal platform floating a tad above

I don't wanna be that guy but if I gotta be that guy I'll be that guy
I don't wanna see both sides but if I gotta see both sides I'll make things

Building things mingling to ding-a-ling
Right versus left, fooled by Twix Market
I'll do some shit that makes my dick gardening
And barter with snakes

quite frightened
So I asked him, Buddy, what's wrong?
My roommate said, This might sound absurd but I am certain that we are
Being observed
There are

Just came out to have a good time have some drinks with some buddies and tear down the night
Get a little rowdy
A little loud
Couple guys looking for

He’s an idiot
And he wears his brain on his sleeve
He finger paints by numbers
For the world to see
He’s ginning up support
He’s trying on some new

My Posse's On Broadway
My Posse's On Broadway

Me and Kid Sensation, at home away from home
In the black Benz limo with the cellular phone
I'm callin

Aim

Tyga

No Introduction

2008

Can't take the heat don't feel the fire
She difficult to reach but I'm harder to find cause

She don't know me by my name
She just know me by my aim

with the hyperdrive?
I promise, this doesn't happen often guys

But I'll improvise, I do not rehearse
Like when I smuggle all the money outta Jabba's

o'clock in the morning
I got two packs of Parliament Lights and
A dimebag and bama brick
I just lay in the dark of the night on
The bed of my buddy's

realer than I (No)
Real niggas still on my side (Whoa)
Couldn’t be killed if I tried (No)
Fuck niggas killin’ my vibe tho
By the time you hit that lane

, struggle to get by 
I find that happy place inside my mind 

In my six string world 
Got some buddies and a good lookin' girl 
Gotta porch with a hell