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Desert Wiles
02:48
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Baby. I'm a love machine,
riding down a desert road
that winds like winds that whisper
westward:
"Back to Los Angeles."
Honey, I'm a thang of junk,
junky skunk trunk trees,
kis to breath along the way westward,
always westward:
"Back to Los Angeles,"
I am a hug stealer,
a smug wheeler,
a thug healer,
a man of modern medicine.
So fuck y'all.
Fuck y'all.
Baby. I'm a love machine,
riding down a desert road
that winds like winds that whisper
westward:
Honey, I'm a heart attack,
crack-green Ford Galaxie,
cruising west to Westwood,
always westward:
"Back to Los Angeles."
I am a hug stealer,
a smug wheeler,
a thug healer,
a man of modern medicine.
So fuck y'all.
Fuck y'all.
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2. |
Million-Dollar Hustle
03:23
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So what if I'm a hustler?
You don't know me.
Only God can judge me,
and she don't know me either.
See, I was born into this game of bones,
broken homes, and battered lives.
Raised to know that man makes money,
and money buys the good life.
Now don't you lie to yourself
cause we both now that work is for suckers.
And I'd rather we risk it all than struggle like mothafuckas.
Bish, I want to be a millionaire,
and I know just how to make the money honey.
Hot pot. Hot pot.
The pot is hot. The pot is hot.
You can't stand the heat?
Get the fuck up out the kitchen baby.
I put dis brick in your face.
Now whatcha gon' do with it?
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3. |
My X Stacy
03:16
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I was living like a saint,
like a saint, living straight and pure.
I was working on my beats,
off the streets, on the one true path.
Living easy with the capital E,
you see, I had to clear my mind.
But then my homies rolled by,
rolling shy—I wondered, why?
See they had company:
"Hey baby, I haven't seen you in fuckin forever!"
"Oh shit."
They was rolling with my x,
with my x, with my x stacy.
She be fucking with my head,
with my head, with my head,
and rubbing me the wrong way.
Way down, weigh down,
we lay down our love.
On the tips of our tongues,
a little lite, a little bite,
and now it's hitting us,
hitting us at light speed,
speed, speed, speed!
They was rolling with my x,
with my x, with my x stacy.
She be fucking with my head,
with my head, with my head,
and rubbing me the wrong way.
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Snakes in the Grass
02:22
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Careful where you lie
if you plan to do me wrong,
cause I'll find you,
wherever you may roam.
For where there are snakes in the grass,
there are snakes in the grass.
Hell!
You think you know me.
Hell!
But you don't know me.
Who I am.
Who I am.
A snake. A snake.
You know me.
For where there are snakes in the grass,
there are snakes in the grass.
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Night Auditor PE, Brazil
Night Auditor is based in the Brazilian northeast. Our interests include psychedelics, soul, R&B, hip-hop, doo-wop, noise, and synth pop. We are a train.
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