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other shit
My diamonds dancing, on some other shit
I pull up speeding in some other shit
My bitch with me with another bitch
And we pullin' up on some

you along
Get in on my car
let me take you far 
'cause i know you'll tag along

Imma never gonna
leave you alone
So baby tell me
where you wanting to go

Nickel Plated Pockets

Aesop Rock

Daylight

2002

a dancing bear jumping through flaming hoops
to even make em buy the god-forsaken single!
Though shall not desecrate the soothing spiral
Altered by a classic

But the fake friends have got me hurting
So I put walls up around my emotions
By rapping I'm converting
Negativity into positive energy
Taking my

implies
I lost it, gained a Brazilian vibe
This quirky jawn le million slide
Take civilian lives
She gave me the Isaac Newton Law
That brain, you know

to face
Will you take my hand
And chase my clouds away

Ooo ooo, Dancing in the moonlight
Ooo ooo, Singing in the starlight
Ooo, ooo, Dancing in

But I know that they ain't right
Fuck it I'ma take the dive
I ain't scared of nothin they could throw at me I'm ready for this ride
It's tough when you

with lashes that sting
With every piercing and extraction
Artifacts stolen with every encounter
Where they're bound to
Dump a Nega- off if his heart

it takes I'm even willing to fuck when I'm upset
You give me words that make me sound like a poet
Blinded by your beauty I'm missing the sunset
Oh my,

And wut ya lookin for
You aint gonna find in no drug
In deez streets catchin cases
Bout to catch you a slug
Ridin dirty in stolen cars 
Like that's the move

when you catch me, bitch im loaded
Sorry, this the way I live, I got this Glock and this bitch stolen
Feds tryna take me in, they show me pictures

It Takes

Heiruspecs

A Tiger Dancing

2004

14 crates of records with my name on 'em
That's a lot of music when I'm not dealing with my car
Staring at the crates makes me thirsty
They smell

Streets got a mind of their own
My Pops left me for dead with just the clothes on my back
I grew up selling crack
And learning to drive a car jack
I got

you pick me up at 4 and we're off
I hear them say we're
Looking like movie stars
Pretty dresses, fancy cars
You really wish you knew us, but you don't

I'd rather be romancing
She had me Inside Out And Upside Down in the back of my Cortina*
Hit Me With Your Rhythm Stick
 
(Parody of CARS by Gary Numan)

The Ambitions Are

The Golden Palominos

Dead Inside

1996

walks by is every woman you'll never have
Beautiful, quick and poisonous as mercury
The city is full of women slim and busy
Hoping there is room in

the bar, spittin' bars at the bar
Go to the bathroom, take a shit, then I hop in a Uber car
Too bizarre, you know who you are
You should get hit by

Me and honeydip see eye to eye
And if I see bull, she'll walk on by
But that's not the style of the black child
Broke from the shine, I get it go

on because nothing I did was wrong
And I never gave you a probable cause
They broke out the window & dragged me out of the car
By the back of my neck

Bounce Back

Juvenile

Juve the Great

2003

squeezing the mack to much
Nigga be rhyming the dice game where me and lil wack grew up
Tripping stolen strip cars for a living
Stayed away from home when

into my arms Write it in a ledger
Jump into my car get away from danger
In our mind stress our heart strings
When I leave I know that it stings

Lift up

father, but she call me dad
I really been in my bag
Let's take this shit back to the hood
Then go get a whole nother bag

By any means necessary
We gon' get

Burma-Shave

Tom Waits

Foreign Affairs

1977

Cause everyone in this stinking town's got one foot in the grave
And I'd rather take my chances out in Burma-Shave'

'Presley's what I go by, why don't

Burma Shave

Tom Waits

Anthology of Tom Waits

1985

everyone in this stinking town's got one foot in the grave
And I'd rather take my chances out in Burma Shave

Presley's what I go by why don't you change