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Stay in the Lines
Don't think Just Color
Paint by Number
Stay in the Lines,
Don't think Just Color
Paint by Number
Stay in the Lines
Don't think Just

talkin' with my accent
We held hands and waded into
That blue water
She left her flip-flops by my Red Wings on the beach

Yeah but, now I'm dodging

I'm just a man and I'm blind and I wish I could see
Born with these cards in my hand understand I'm in need
They pass me by in the night when I'm out

rock and roll 

G Bb C G
G Bb C D


VERSE 3
G
It's that blues in mississippi
F
Ankle deep in delta mud 
C
It's a shot of Lynchburg whiskey 
G
Put that

Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit

Wanna Be a Baller

Lil' Will

Sittin' Fat Down South [Clean]

1998

Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit

The Body of An American

The Pogues

The Wire: And All the Pieces Matter -- Five Years of Music from The Wire

2008

The cadillac stood by the house
And the yanks they were within
And the tinker boys they hissed advice
'Hot-wire her with a pin'
Then we turned

Tick Tock

Mobb Deep

Insomnia Mixtape

2003

on the fight, we cut yo melon
Drinkin' that old English Red Bull and Blue Bull
Mean I draggin' with that cheap shit, fuck it, we was broke

Little bad ass, my

Mr. President

Bushwick Bill

Phantom of the Rapra

1995

the bodies that are left on the ground
Because the flag
Red, white and blue
And the stars from all the years you've whupped me and mines
I still see

to this, I would die for this
Put my soul into words, sing along to this
No casualties, except for me
I threw my body in a blood red sea
I take the routes

But My eyez red like the pirus
Raaaaaaaaah
4 20 4 20 4 20
My loud strong like whiskey
My Lungs smoke chimneys
Im Rolling up like nipsey
That marathon

in the store, tryna get some more
Look at all of these weird names
Hit the brewery, flights by the 4
Let 'em know its Beer Gang
I got my empty cup

Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit

Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit

I was so old but I feel brand new
clways getting higher find a different kinda view
Just slippin' on my shoes
I'm walking on the blue
I'm

barreling old 17
When a man with a red blinking light was on our tail
He said you were doing 60 in a 45
But I'm gonna let you go this time
But if I catch u

When red and blue lights pulse beneath the cypress trees
When cops come knocking on your window with a torch
We will be cool when deep green eyes run

Fine A**

Blake

Savage Life, Vol. 4

2013

the right to do
Can I be your everything? Yo red, white and blue
All the look what they be drinkin', bitch I got the juice 
And I got the use, and you got

Stay in yo lane
Stay in yo lane
Stay in yo lane
You gon get hit by this train

Stay in yo lane
Watch out with all that swervin mane
Stay in yo lane

the lead and
I swallow
The red pills big but
The blue's hard to swallow
Step up to the stage
Turn the page
I'm a rival
Crampin' up your style
Now you say you

and red and green
Siren eyes
You see me in between of your iron sights
Colder every night
Sizzle my skin
Like a pirate eye
I was baptised whiskey at my

whiskey and girls
Driving by your house but nobody's there
Nothing in this world could ever compare
To the things I felt with you
Never used to drink this

Countryside Bohemians

Solefald

The Linear Scaffold

the circle of branches spread out
Like countryside bohemians
Reeking of whiskey and wool
The knife cut from grey to red
A brotherhood of blood
Dripping down

looking for an escape.
Paralyzed by a dream...

Verse:
I got white collar whiskey.
I got blue collar beer.
Say they “legalized the weed”
So everybody