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The clock struck 8:27 PM
And it's odd, to be honest, cause I'd not checked since it last said
9:16 AM, is this a dream again
With eleven hours eleven

Bright Lights (Good Life), Pt. 2

Pixie Lott

Young Foolish Happy

2011

take a look at me
Wasn't [?] no never happened suddenly
Finally I think I see bright light that's on me
Through the [?] crime finely and I am
And now

""They say I'm gonna be dead by day From the words I say so hey If I get a little wicked it's ok But I gotta get paid fuckin' ay I'm not bitin' my

Shout

Onyx

All We Got Iz Us

1995

on their BACK, block's sellin' CRACK
Watch the BLACK cops, I PACK cock clocks and glock phat knots
Nigga in Dawn Paddy crimes, like I play nines
And odds

that resides where it's dark
Where we can't see, and all time is stopped
Captured are we, no concept of the clocks
All aspects of God, I'm seeing

Everywhere I go
Don't one make a sound
Flipping a pound of good, goodbye
To my old life
Hey to crime
I'm like Jay in his heyday it's a sign
What could've been

prodigious out and around the clock"
We need to have a talk and see who's got the bigger
Rock N' roll, the American dream
I just want a new beginning
Heavy

That these five points are historically invalid
Well because the evidence is so overwhelming

Sittin' by myself in the bedroom
Switching on the feds call

all y'all) bring the bass in

The underground gem that's throwing
Y'all some diamonds
Everywhere I go, I always stay shining
'Round the clock grinding

Nights Interlude

Nightmares on Wax

This Is Trip-Hop [Phantom]

1996

of the evidence
It's over, she's gone for good
Why should I lie, singin' a killer's lullaby?
Identified by the dying ring of her goodbye
The last thing you hear

No Delayin'

Nice & Smooth

Nice & Smooth

1989

Ah yeah..
I'm with this..
Ahhh yeah..
I'm with this..

Hey yo, kickin wicked rhymes like a fortune teller
Had a dog by the name of Old Yeller

Boomerang

Big Punisher

Capital Punishment

1998

the cops to keep 'em blind
So we can grind with peace of mind
Turn the key and shine without being dimed
Time to expand, New York to Chicago, Colorado

Sittin' by the window and my sins are on the brain
You can hear it come for miles, the rumble of an old freight train
It's rolling on from Carson

time winds down 
Divine crimes pay more than a 9-5 now
I find minds corrupted by Times lines now

The rappers dine, sipping wine for a while now
But

aligned with my spine
Im designed to be apart of something much more divine then by what I'm defined how is wanting to get away from the system a crime
When

running, from the beast
Run, run, run, run away yo
Run away from the Mother fucking Police
So I start the day
being waked
Clock says 6:8
All over the place

Everybody dies
Everybody dies

Its the ten O'clock news
But you have no clue
What the real men do as they rule you
Feasting off the blood and tears and sweat

guys just like me flexing 60 what I've got
Had I thought to start by 20 maybe coulda been at 10
But I didn't get out of a bed, so I'm a zero instead
I'm

the stick bro
Don't use that phone when you making a hit yo
I'm in the trap all day can't clock out
Money is time so you better watch out
I'm on your block

Nothing is new, Bitches get nude
For me...Damn it I'm rude
Classic
Me in pursuit, Of dollars God damn if my pillows not goose
Damn it
I'm surrounded by

== Verse 1 ==
They be sittin’ down and smokin’ weed on the block and be sittin’ n’ waitin’ until nine o’clock
And their money and jewelry be down

to heal the sick you need a mainline
any day can be new years without auld lang syne

still they just walking by with eyes to the sky
eyes getting dry

know this bad ass bitch out west she stay out there by Jackson
You gotta take what you want in life it ain't no time for askin'
They'll be surprised

police want my mug shot for these quotables
S-class, the new one, the model
Pillows in the back and the rug so soft, can't wear your shoes when we riding