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Foxy Brown

Chyna Doll [Clean]

1999

You know how Mac play, quiet town, tie it down
I supply it now, by the pound
Might front you a Q if you buy a pound
If you didn't try it then, why

The Back Roads and the Back Row

Cole Swindell

Cole Swindell

2014

first taste of a broken heart
There were good times, there were tears
But every red dirt memory left a mark
Like the words written there in red
Like

and Boondox
I told you that’s it’s over then it’s over
The homies throwing boulders
It’s red October

It’s a motha fuckin red October
We takin over
Glock in my

of my shoes
They too timid to even make it a single minute
I was molded by the pain
Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it

You and me are not the same
I was

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, oh
Welcome to the motherfucking show
I go by the name of

T-E-C-H-N-9-N-E
T-E-C-H-N-9-N-E
Yeah!

Two tears in the bucket I cry with you
But I could never lie with you
I could never afford not to afford
I could never put my plans
To the side with

out the lights
And just live in the dark like we did in those times
Judgin' a squad by one officer's crimes
Act like every cop out to ruin your life

limited only by my limited minutes
But I don't fit in, my mind's a-tick-a-tickin' to a different rhythm
I'm a different type of demon
D-d-d-d-d-differing
I

And I can tell where you've been by the look in your eyes
And these two broke souls
No they don't make a whole no matter how hard you try
As I begin

at all
The last breath of existence
The red pain is death at all
Marked by signed cards
The burden that echoes in silence
Is the suffocating breath

by her fate

On the banks they'd load the barges
In the morning turning blue
Red faced men of labor waving
T-shirts stained with soot

But her beauty

story
Now you will never win this
History is written by the victor
Make sure the other side's
Washed in the sands of time
Tales of glory sung always in

Down here that's just our way of life
Stay on your p's and q's all day and night
I came up in it got my name up in it
Niggas took out 'cause they came

there's
Red balloon in the air
Don't jump off that's a Toto despair
Pulling back the curtain
I'm the Dorothy in here
I'm the Lion, Tinman, I'm the Scarecrow

Jennifer Eccles

The Hollies

20 Golden Greats

1978

White chalk, written on red brick
Our love, told in a heart
It's there, drawn in the playground
Love, kiss, hate or adore

I love Jennifer

handbags
chenellin her dress
and when im in ya crib
im slidin out her ribs
and she tell me the rest
but i tell her whtever
next time i drop by ima leave u

Half written songs
There's a life in the promise
Its' funny to see
My fears here on the page
Words breaking my fall
I hear you call from another room

Make Your Peace

Scarface

Balls and My Word

2003

a bullet in my own head, it's my death
So when twelve o'clock jump on eve of 11/9
Suicide
Just as I thought, a bright light
Greeted by friends

for
Dipping my toes in
I should know by now
That life's a rollercoaster
Where'd I go
I'm flowing over boats
And going through the motions
Too busy

with the Chairman
Of the Board? Delusional!
You see crappy letters? It's
My score in numerals
There's a reason there are
Seven tiles in funeral hate

blowin’ over the fields of England
Snow covered New Year’s Eve in London

Credits: All songs written by Ian S. McCaskie/John Jack Jr
c 2023 Dusty Boy

mood
Hold up - and let me bring out my dancing shoes
You know we coming for that target
Red bottoms to match out the carpet
Gold bottles and plug-ins I'm

XO's
Lately the anger consuming me I feel like someone just put me in red mode
Thinking that somethings gon change if I get to the top but I'll still do

wheel
Protected by Uriel and wingz of Gabriel 
Black Castro, with a pic in his Afro 
Interpret for the pharaoh but swift as a sparrow 
With skin