Buck 65-Square 3. . [intro]. music to be murdered by. it is mood music in a juggular vein and i hope you like it. our record requires only the simplist of equipment.
Buck 65-Square 1. . (Some mumbling...). Pretty soon the hippies of today, will be the squares of tomorrow. It was the echoing voices of the old ones. Through thick steeled forests and over scorched earth.
I tell you there's some. Someone at the door. . Alright, hands up, better yet, hit the dirt. Pervert, nobody moves, nobody gets hurt. It's a bust, gonna tear this place apart and dust for prints.
I hide behind the curtain listening to whispers with my fingers cross. I got 2 little sisters to think about. In the event that ghosts appears. I'm told I'm supposed to hear a signal when the coast is clear.
The race is over and I won, these are not contradictory facts.. All that's left now is victory laps,. and I have no intention of slowing the pace,. so unless you're a sucker you won't be showing your face..
[spoken]:. In my darkness. I speak now upon this object of nature. And now upon that. And find it impossible to soothe my restless head. However much I wish it.
Even if it's jazz in the quiet storm. Bebop converted in a hip hop form. (Repeat). Visions of a musical plateau. Thoughts fill my mind. So I draw back and take aim.
with the force of a collision and the flames of a bonfire. rages the yin and yang, my right hand von squire.. snake brother, consimate professional take cover,.
Dog eats dog. Give and take - take and giving.. Hands that feed. A man's gotta make a living.. Charcoal barbeque. Station wagon. Nice dream.. Selling cigarettes and men's magazines and ice cream..
The word miracle isn't really worth the same. As a measure of marvel in heaven as it is on earth. Because extraordinary happenings are commonplace in the promised land.
I tried rockets and pixie sticks in my life and my breath stinks. I wanna get high, high as can be and only one thing can satisfy me. . Sugar sandwich.
I'll cut off my nose to spite my face;. Drive your car off a bridge to cause you disgrace. You say that you love me; I'll force you to touch. Me all reeling, all writhing with maggots inside.
it's 12 o'clock and im picking up a phone call. dan said, is steve there?. cause no one else can find him. he said he'd heard that steve was in a car crash.
She walks around with her head up in the clouds; she's so high, her feet don't touch the ground. all down the street, yeah, the people stop and. stare but she doesn't even notice, she doesn't even care.
(Verse 1 - Rai L). . Ok, I said we bout to make history. Rai L on it pop bottles to your misery. Shout out to my nigga, my homie Willie P. And we gon keep this shit alive until 2023.
Richard Bryant. Still, the night is black there's. Not a star that's worth its shine. Still, I'm leaning back here. Eating rhythm, sucking time. To my heart beating out sweet tattoos.
Richard Bryant. The sun comes up, sun goes down. The sun creeps up again on this old town. But I don't rise, no, I don't shine cause. You won't shut your eyes this time.
Luke Bryan - Small Town Favorite. . Verse 1. . How do you turn a scholarship down,. Tear up a ticket, already punched,. And watch a dream die?. Who's gonna tell me how.
ready or not, the whitest is back, still black, so ya best take a fuckin step back... eat your words like I did yo girl, ya pussy whooped til death, while I play with her pearl..