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Dance with me on these neon graves

I can't wait to live it up with you
Turn the six into nine
And lose the sense of time

And tonight, I feel so

look into your face lovin' the way yo' lips taste at night
i do a 360 because i think of you missy and
sometimes i know you hit me but we always
end up

is dancers
Bitch I'm eating while I'm talking I don't got no manners
My bitch keep on complaining it get on my damn nerves
I just fucked my whip up by

Welcome to the jungle this ain't Paradise City
My rhymes as smooth as silk but it cuts like a Razor
I'm a Hell raiser they enticed by the flavor
I grew from

my X's and my O's
And it kills me by the hour
Now I take my whiskey sours alone

'Cause that one night under neon
Was the first time you ordered

diamonds
No time on my Roley cuz I'm livin timeless
Killin the track by myself u can't fight it
U know we the best
But yo ass tryna hide it
They hearin flow

'm on it
From night all the way to the morning
I swear I don't play by that motion
I hit another gear, then I go
Out your damn mind if you work harder than

now
Spreading all these accusations patiently waiting for truth
Know my head be on a swivel
360 degrees watch how I pivot
I got them down on they knees

One half of my two oldest friends Took a job til the summers end
A wonder show and a pop up tent Kicking dust in every small town

An out of work

If Music Could Talk

The Clash

Sandinista!

1980

grey Mexican suit
The blue eyed traffic can sashay by
'Cause tonight the sailor boys have hit Shanghai
The kick-out traffic goes creaking by
I smash

Street Team

Cross

Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the "R" We Trust

2001

think they can ruff ryde
Because y'all puff lye
Think they can be yelling tough guy
I'm a slim nigga so I'm a make you duck by
Like whoa, listen

Choctaw Bingo

James McMurtry

Best of the Sugar Hill Years

2007

great big old pistol
I mean, fifty caliber made by bad-ass Hebrews
And some surplus tracers for that old BAR
Of Slaton's as soon as it gets dark, we're

Choctaw Bingo

James McMurtry

Saint Mary of the Woods

2002

great big old pistol
I mean, fifty caliber made by bad-ass Hebrews
And some surplus tracers for that old BAR
Of Slaton's as soon as it gets dark, we're

shit calm me down
Make the stick do a 360
Spin it round after round
Somethin' bout to smell of gun powder
I just love it so much
Yeah it give me a rush,

into your face
lovin' the way yo' lips taste
at night i do a 360 because i think of you missy
and sometimes i know you hit me
but we always end up

into your face
lovin' the way yo' lips taste
at night i do a 360 because i think of you missy
and sometimes i know you hit me
but we always end up

pulled you back, baby
For another encore

Back by popular demand
I finally got my baby back again
Back by popular demand
Got you in my arms again
Again

the kitchen
Bumping my head I ain't wanna go listen
Just bump my music I ever get sentenced
Call me 360 we spin I'ma spinner
Ain’t tryna buy the lil bitch I

bring all the dinosaurs back from the ashes like a phoenix
I'll set fire to your city, as I spread my wings big
I'll make sure you actually do a 360

Keem
Or just like kodak I got codine dream
Changing my way is harder than you think
But by His mercy I will be set free
Pray for forgiveness I'm down

Lord I'm too far gone

Yeah, I need these neon lights
'Cause that's the only damned thing that gets me high
If I barely make it in on a broken wing

it dips
I learnt to place pause within and around sentence
To lean into speech like it presses upon cheek
Pressing into me 360 degrees
To caress gently

You can't stand it when I'm away
But you don't work hard to make me stay
It keeps me guessing are you satisfied
Or are you killing time by my side

I wish I wasn't I wish I had emotions but
Man fuck Bruce he a bitch
Bruce them waves is fake
Where your durag at?, you can tell by the shape
Fuck out