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Spent all my dough on my linens
Lack the melanin to be embellishing
Lyrical Ritalin Hellish and riddling
What the Hell is it
Just a middle man blessed by

write my songs in the dark of night
Don't know if this is good or right
Makin' music in the middle of the night
And it's alright, alright
I feel

I come from a middle town
Pigment there there's little found
The talks i got were cursory
Dispersed with me and spit me out
Just equipped with

shell shocked by this thing hip hop
Now we done came a long way from the block parties that Herc toasted
From playing dozens on beat breaks
And beef

take for granted, I'll turn you to a fan quick
Real shit, don't you ever forget
Don't trip, we'll take it step by step
Shorty want to dance, living in

to you
I'll go wherever you go
I'll go wherever you go
Let's run away together in the middle of the night
Crash your parents' car through the neon lights

Sunday Girl

Erasure

Light at the End of the World

2007

Blinded by the vision
I turn and face my back to the wall
Cause I'm locked up in a rhythm
The prism of a big glitter ball

Wrapped around your

In the middle of the frozen, frozen night
Now there's someone by my side
Someone by my side

I was running with my friends
On a roof and the sound

know that I'm proud when I look in the mirror
I know that it's cool that the fames getting nearer
But by the end of the day I just wanna be near her
My

and dance, you not with you mans

Verse 1:
Imma steal your chick and leave you breathless in the alleyway
I got all the options, pay it cash or my debit card

sold,
like a tree in the ground that nation was found,
and they'll chop it down lilke a tree to the ground,
its root system never so sound. .
your like

Man, Not a Myth

2 Live Crew

Banned in the U.S.A.: The Luke LP

1990

Faith in each other backed up by Luke

Chorus
[We are]
[Ghetto Style]
[Perched in the South]
[The king of the ghetto]
[The man, not a myth]

Verse 2:

Would you make one plus one equal two tonight, why don't you meet me in the middle tonight

Now some months gone by and you're still mine
Can't believe

of triggers
Take a look in the mirror
Love the fucking picture
Got the potion perfect mixture
Prozach scripture
Winner with the middle finger
Make em Dance
Make

Yeah
I should try to take y'all back to the roots 

I'm too young, yeah
I'm too young to be tired of fightin' for my fam's dignity 
I stand by my paps

lost its kosher roots
The rotten fruit spoiled the growth process it took
Fruitless expenditure leaves such an autumn tune
We are in a vegetative state

me, don't wanna think about me
That sort of thinking leads me to cavities
Lying in the middle of a strangers canopy

Sometimes I think it kind of helps

goes bump in the night BUMP
Were in the middle nowhere you can yell aloud as you like
Murder murder kill kill murder murder kill
Do this shit for thrills

No Airplay

Youssou N'Dour

Gunpowder

1998

you 
My balance enables me to square dance in a circle 
Your head'll spin so fast you'll catch whiplash 
I practice lyrical witchcraft on your bitch

a little bit closer
We can sneak off in the middle of nowhere
Kick off our flip flops and let the stars watch
'Cause yeah, baby, that's the spot
It's

carried by the wind
Let's plant some roots
Call this our home
We'll buy a little piece all of our own
Among the peaks that are capped with snow
In

The Lightning Strike: What If This Storm Ends? / The Sunlight Through The Flags / Daybreak

Snow Patrol

A Hundred Million Suns [CD/DVD]

2008

to stick in the spokes of you
But every now and then the trend bucks
And you're repaired by more than glue

Worry not everything is sound
This is

string me along
Holding on by thread and I'll fall to my
Death
Just sing me a song
Something light that'll dance on the ears
Yeah
Don't string me along

new

I learned you never do by chance that's in the roots
I'm standing if I'm part your plan this only proof
Pardon me if I get out of hand I'm getting