Tracks Similar To Into The Fire
Dirty Work
Artist(s): Stonehouse
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / David Isaac Feldstein (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Davish Gold Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Country, Folk, Gothic Country, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Singer Songwriter, Southern Gothic
Keywords:
Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Betrayal, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Countryside, Devil, Dirty Work, Down Home, Down On Your Luck, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Evil, Good Ol' Boy, Gritty, Heartland, Hit Man, Hobo, Jail, Louisiana, Melancholy, Mess, Mid West, Moody, Murder, Prison, Railroad, Redemption, Redneck, Regret, Relationship, Roadhouse, Rough, Sad, Searching, Seedy, Sinner, Soulful, Southern, Spaghetti Western, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tough, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Trouble, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Slide Guitar, Tambourine
BPM:
82
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Dirty Work
Dirty Work
It ain't a pretty picture
But it's all I know
Been called a devil
Without a soul
My hands are stained
from those I've touched
Sometimes the price that's paid
Is way too much
'Til I find a reason to take a different road
I'm the man you call to do your dirty work
I'm the man you call to do your dirty work
If I believed
There was something else
I'd seek redemption
I'd save myself
I've never seen
Another way
I'll walk the walk, you know
No need to change
'Til I find a reason to take a different road
I'm the man you call to do your dirty work
I'm the man you call to do your dirty work
Have I betrayed
The world I know
Someday I hope and pray
that I will know
'Til I find a reason to take a different road
I'm the man you call to do your dirty work
I'm the man you call to do your dirty work
Judgement Day
Artist(s): Stonehouse
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / G.E. Stinson (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Echo Hawk Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
1960s, Classic Rock, Country, Folk, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Western
Keywords:
Americana, Bar, Down On Your Luck, Drinking, Good Ol' Boy, Gritty, Heartland, Jail, Melancholy, Prison, Redneck, Regret, Relationship, Roadhouse, Sad, Sinner, Tough, Trouble, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar
BPM:
101
Key:
E
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Judgement Day
Judgement Day
Been tangled up in trouble
Ever since the day that I was born
My daddy taught me right from wrong
But deep down in my soul I was torn
For all the sins that I have done
Lord knows someday I will have to pay
Cause standing at the gates of hell
There's no one else blame
On judgement day
If I could live my life again
I can't say that I would change a thing
Cause when it comes to betting on a losing hand
To win I'm the king
There's no need for forgiveness
No regrets and there's nothing left to say
Cause standing at the gates of hell
There's no one else to blame
On judgement day
The River's Rising
Artist(s): Sugaray
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Calamari Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Blues
Subcategories:
1960s, 1970s, Blues, Blues Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Places and Locations, Rock
Keywords:
Americana, Bar, Bayou, Biker, Breakup, Chicago, Club, Delta, Down And Out, Drinking, Emotional, Gritty, Heartfelt, Heartland, Highway, Louisiana, Melancholy, Memphis, Mississippi, Passionate, Raunchy, Redneck, Relationship, Retro, Roadhouse, Roots, Rowdy, Sexy, Shuffle, Soulful, Southern, Strut, Texas, Tough, Travel, Trucker
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Harmonica, Organ, Piano
BPM:
112
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
6/8
Lyrics:
The River's Rising
The River's Rising
The river's rising
Feel like I'm gonna drown
The river's rising
Feel like I'm gonna drown
'Cause I can't stop these tears from fallin'
Since you quit coming 'round
The sky's getting darker
Yeah I ain't seen the sun for days
The sky's getting darker
Yeah I ain't seen the sun for days
Lord, it's raining misery
Ever since you went away
I wake up each morning
And I pray things will change
I wake up every morning
And I pray things will change
But when I look out my window
Everything is still the same
The river's rising
Ain't seen the sun for days
The river's rising
Ain't seen the sun for days
And I can't stop these tears from fallin'
Ever since you went away
The river's rising
Feel like I'm gonna drown
The river's rising
Feel like I'm gonna drown
'Cause I can't stop these tears from fallin'
Since you quit coming 'round
I can't stop these tears from fallin'
Since you quit coming 'round
Wicked Hearted Woman
Artist(s): Sugaray
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Calamari Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Blues
Subcategories:
1960s, 1970s, Blues, Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock
Keywords:
Americana, Bar, Bayou, Breakup, Chicago, Classic, Club, Delta, Devil, Down And Out, Down On Your Luck, Drinking, Drunk, Emotional, Gritty, Heartfelt, Introspective, Last Call, Late Night, Louisiana, Melancholy, Memphis, Mississippi, Mistrust, Passionate, Raunchy, Redneck, Relationship, Retro, Roadhouse, Roots, Sad, Sexy, Sleazy, Soulful, Southern, Strip Club, Texas, Voodoo, Wicked
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Organ, Piano
BPM:
87
Key:
G
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Wicked Hearted Woman
Wicked Hearted Woman
She's a wicked hearted woman
Put some voodoo on my soul
She's a wicked hearted woman
Put some voodoo on my soul
I don't know if I can trust her
But I can't ever let her go
Well I know she must be evil
'Cause I can feel it in my bones
Well I know she must be evil
'Cause I can feel it in my bones
She done put some spell on me
And made me leave my happy home
Solo
She's a wicked hearted woman
But that's alright with me
Yeah she's a wicked hearted woman
Lord but that's alright with me
'Cause I'm addicted to her lovin'
I hope she never sets me free
Oh Lord I'm addicted to her lovin'
An' I hope she never sets me free
DJ Feel The Heat
Artist(s): Meth Lab (feat. St. John)
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Acid House, Alternative, Breakbeat, Dance, Electronica, Funk, Indie, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, Techno
Keywords:
Action, Aggressive, Brit Hop, Carefree, Celebration, Challenge, Chase, Club, College, Competition, Crazy, DJ, Driving, Drugs, Ecstasy, Energetic, Energy, Escape, Euphoric, Euro, Excitement, Exercise, Extreme Sports, Fun, Happy, Hypnotic, Intense, Motion, Movement, Party, Promo, Psychedelic, Pursuit, Race, Rave, Running, Sci Fi, Speed, Teen, Trailer, Travel, Trip Hop, Trippy, Video Game, Wild, Youth
Instruments:
Scratches
BPM:
98
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
DJ Feel The Heat
DJ FEEL THE HEAT
Go – go – go – go – one – two – three
Let the DJ feel the heat
C – c – c- come on
Let the DJ feel the heat
C – c – c- come on
Let the DJ feel the heat
C – c – c- come on
Let the DJ feel the heat
C – c – c- come on
(Repeat)
Keep – keep – keep – keep – keep – keep
Keep those hands up
(Repeat)
Make it shine from above – make it shine from abo – buh – buh – buh
Make it shine from above – make it shine from abo – buh – buh – buh
(Repeat)
Got me – got me feelin' to the floor ahh
Got me – got me feelin' to the floor ahh
(Repeat)
Yo – yo – bring it back – back
Yo – yo – bring it back – back
(Repeat)
Yo – bring it back
One – go – two – go – three
Let the DJ feel the heat
C – c – c- come on
Let the DJ feel the heat
C – c – c- come on
Let the DJ feel the heat
C – c – c- come on
Let the DJ feel the heat
C – c – c- come on
Make it shine from above – make it shine from abo – buh – buh – buh
Make it shine from above – make it shine from abo – buh – buh – buh
(Repeat)
Let the DJ feel the heat
C – c – c- come on
Let the DJ feel - uh
When The Fire Starts To Burn
Artist(s): Sonny Ellis
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Calamari Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Blues, Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop
Keywords:
Attitude, Bar, Classic, Club, Confident, Desire, Fire, Gritty, Groove, Hot, Infatuation, Love, Relationship, Roadhouse, Sexy, Southern, Steamy, Strut, Sultry, Temptation, Tough, Yearning
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Keyboard, Organ, Slide Guitar
BPM:
88
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
When The Fire Starts To Burn
WHEN THE FIRE STARTS TO BURN
Should I act against my better judgment
Do what my mind says ain't right
Will I hate myself in the morning
Can't think about that tonight
I love the smell of danger in your hair
Right or wrong baby, I don't care
I've got nobody but myself to blame
When will I ever learn
Just like a moth that's drawn into a flame
There is nowhere to turn
When The Fire Starts To Burn
Why am I so tempted by disaster
What makes me crave it like I do
I might get burned by my desire
Still I'd do anything for you
I should've run when I saw your smile
'Cause I know trouble and it drives me wild
I've got nobody but myself to blame
When will I ever learn
Just like a moth that's drawn into a flame
There is nowhere to turn
When The Fire Starts To Burn
I know it's wrong to stare in the devil's eyes
But life is short, why let it pass you by
I love the smell of danger in your hair
Right or wrong baby, I just don't care
I've got nobody but myself to blame
When will I ever learn
Just like a moth that's drawn into a flame
There is nowhere to turn
When The Fire Starts To Burn
Walk On The Wild Side
Artist(s): Sonny Ellis
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Calamari Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1960s, 1970s, 1980s, Blues, Blues Rock, Bumpers, Classic Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock
Keywords:
Attitude, Bar, Classic, Club, Confident, Desire, Extreme, Fun, Gritty, Groove, Heavy, Infomercial, Love, Promo, Psychedelic, Relationship, Roadhouse, Rowdy, Sexy, Southern, Sports, Strip Club, Tough, Travel, Trippy, Wild
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Keyboard, Organ
BPM:
100
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Walk On The Wild Side
WALK ON THE WILD SIDE
I've seen everything that a man can see
And I've been everywhere you could ever wanna be
Like the eagle flies I just wanna be free
Got the clothes on my back and that's all I need
Girl, come with me, I can turn your life around
Ain't nobody gonna ever tie us down
WALK ON THE WILD SIDE
Walk on the wild side with me
WALK ON THE WILD SIDE
Walk on the wild side with me
I've done everything that a man can do
I've been called a saint, been called a sinner too
Like a gypsy child I was born to roam
And where I spend the night that's where I call my home
Girl don't listen to what other people say
They'll just tell you not to throw your life away
WALK ON THE WILD SIDE
Walk on the wild side with me
WALK ON THE WILD SIDE
Walk on the wild side with me
Girl, come with me, I can turn your life around
Ain't nobody gonna ever tie us down
WALK ON THE WILD SIDE
Walk on the wild side with me
WALK ON THE WILD SIDE
Walk on the wild side with me
Beautiful World
Artist(s): Meth Lab
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Electronic
Subcategories:
Alternative, Breakbeat, Dance, Electronica, Entertainment News, Funk, Indie, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Modern Ultra Lounge, Pop, Techno
Keywords:
Aggressive, Carefree, Celebration, Club, Crazy, Drugs, Ecstasy, Energetic, Fun, Happy, Hypnotic, Intense, Party, Psychedelic, Trippy, Wild
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Keyboard, Synthesizer
BPM:
80
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Fast/Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Beautiful World
BEAUTIFUL WORLD
Tonight – it's a beautiful world
Tonight – it's such a beautiful world
Tonight – just a beautiful world tonight
It's so beautiful
Everybody is a star
You'll be the brightest one by far
Shootin' across the sky tonight
Like a rocket – like a rocket
Tonight – it's a beautiful world
Tonight – it's such a beautiful world
Tonight - It's so beautiful
It's so beautiful – so beautiful
Supernova – get your motor hummin'
Tonight's a party – and I can feel you comin'
In the middle, on the left, and to the right
Swimming in the sound – it's outaight
Movin' in an' out – psychedelic light
Can you feel it – feel it – feel it
Lady Luck
Artist(s): Sonny Ellis
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Calamari Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1970s, 1980s, Blues, Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock
Keywords:
Americana, Bar, Breakup, Classic, Club, Coffee House, Depressed, Down And Out, Emotional, Energetic, Gambling, Gritty, Groove, Heartfelt, Introspective, Las Vegas, Melancholy, Passionate, Porn, Relationship, Roadhouse, Sad, Sly, Soulful, Southern, Strip Club, Texas, Tough, Unlucky
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Keyboard, Organ, Piano, Saxophone, Vibraphone
BPM:
90
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Lady Luck
LADY LUCK
Girl I begged you not to leave me
But your bag's already packed
It seems there ain't a single word to say
That gonna ever bring you back
Maybe it's just the luck of the draw
But I never seem to win
And it looks like Lady Luck's
Gone and dealt me out again
You said I lied to win you over
And that must be what you believe
But when it comes to love I ain't no gamblin' man
I got no aces up my sleeve
They say it's just the way the card's will fall
Still I never seem to win
And it looks like Lady Luck's
Gone and dealt me out again
I know I never said I'm sorry
Lord knows many times I tried
Now here I am with just these lonely walls
Just me and my foolish pride
Maybe it's just the luck of the draw
But I never seem to win
And it looks like Lady Luck's
Gone and dealt me out again
How She Gets To Heaven
Artist(s): Stonehouse
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Joel Wachbrit (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Squid Knees Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Singer Songwriter
Subcategories:
Alternative, Alternative Folk, Ballad, Folk Rock, Human Interest, Indie, Indie Folk, Indie Singer Songwriter, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Chill, Confused, Dark, Drugs, Getting High, Hard Times, Introspective, Melancholy, Mellow, Moody, Night, Pensive, Pot, Prostitute, Relaxed, Runaway, Sad, San Francisco, Somber, Stoned, Street, Sultry, Tough Life, Trouble
Instruments:
Bass, Bongos, Drums, Guitar, Ocarina, Organ
BPM:
78
Key:
E
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
How She Gets To Heaven
HOW SHE GETS TO HEAVEN
Baby says count your blessings
Baby says take off your shoes
She's not about to keep you guessing
Yeah, what have you got to lose
She don't wanna hear no bad excuses
Don't ever wanna have to think it through
She always gets just what she chooses
She don't ever like to feel the blues
It doesn't matter to her, no it doesn't matter at all....
How She Gets To Heaven
How She Gets To Heaven
How She Gets To Heaven
It doesn't matter to her, no it doesn't matter at all
She don't feel no inhibitions
When she's out there on the street
Baby don't rely on intuition
She don't fear anyone she meets
She don't wanna hear no daddy preachin'
'Cause no one tells her what to do
All she thinks about is.... feelin' happy
'Cause she don't like to feel the blues
It doesn't matter to her, no it doesn't matter at all....
How She Gets To Heaven
How She Gets To Heaven
How She Gets To Heaven
It doesn't matter to her, no it doesn't matter at all
And as I lie here staring at her ceiling
Surrounded by four empty walls
I wanna tell her everything I'm feeling
But it doesn't matter to her, it doesn't matter at all....
How She Gets To Heaven
How She Gets To Heaven
How She Gets To Heaven
Blame It All On Me
Artist(s): Eddie Bassman
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Writer(s):
Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50% / Richard Levinson (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Calamari Music (BMI) 16.67% / Tinnitus Music (BMI) 16.66% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 66.67%
Category:
Blues
Subcategories:
1950s, Blues, Instrumental, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Americana, Bar, Bayou, Big City, Blame, Breakup, Chicago, Club, Country Blues, Deep South, Delta, Depressed, Detroit, Down And Out, Drinking, Emotional, Fault, Gritty, Heartfelt, Introspective, Lament, Late Night, Louisiana, Melancholy, Mississippi, Mournful, Passionate, Raunchy, Relationship, Roadhouse, Roots, Sad, Soulful, Strip Club
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Piano
BPM:
85
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Blame It All On Me
Blame It All On Me
Blame it all on me, 'cause baby I know I done wrong
You can blame it all on me, yeah, I know I done wrong
But don't leave me alone, 'cause babe if you're gone I can't go on
Oh baby, baby please don't go away
Baby please, please don't go away
You can blame it all on me, but little girl I still need you to stay
Blame it all on me, 'cause know I done wrong
Blame it all on me, 'cause I know I done wrong -- yes I did
Baby please don't leave me alone, 'cause girl if you're gone I can't
go on
Blame it all on me, yeah blame it all on me,
Blame it all on me, blame it all on me,
'Cause if you leave me alone baby I can't go on
You Can Have A Good Day
Artist(s): Jimmy Dias
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Writer(s):
Jimmy L. Dias (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1960s, Alternative Rock, Garage Rock, Indie Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Psych Rock, Surf Rock
Keywords:
Acid, Bar, Cool, Crunchy, Drifter, Driving, Drugs, Encouragement, Enlightenment, Flashback, Garage, Good Time, Gritty, Haight Ashbury, Hippie, Hypnotic, LSD, Lo Fi, Lo-Fi, Love, Marijuana, Morning, Optimistic, Positive, Psychedelic, Raw, Retro, Reverb, Roadhouse, San Francisco, Spiritual, Sunny, Surf, Trip, Trippy, Weed
Instruments:
12 String Guitar, Bass, Bell, Drums, Electric Guitar, Keyboard, Organ, Tambourine
BPM:
125
Key:
D
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
You Can Have A Good Day
When the sun's coming up
And close enough for you to touch
Let the stillness set in
Connect to your ground
Connect to your ground
When the elevator drops say hey
You can have a good day
When you begin to explore your mind
To go forward or back in time
You might be curious
Of what you mind find
What you mind find
When the elevator drops say hey
You can have a good day
Now that the journey has begun
And there's nothing else to be done
You can tune yourself
And feel what's going on
Feel what's going on
When the elevator stops say hey
When the elevator drops say hey
You can have a good day
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
You can have a good day
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
You can have a good day
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
You can have a good day
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
You can have a good day
When Soul Love Begins
Artist(s): The Love Dimension
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Writer(s):
Jimmy L. Dias (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1960s, Alternative Rock, Garage Rock, Indie Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Psych Rock, Sitar Rock
Keywords:
Acid, Bar, Cool, Drifter, Drugs, Flashback, Garage, Gritty, Groovy, Haight Ashbury, Hazy, Homeless, Hypnotic, Lo Fi, Lo-Fi, Love, Marijuana, Mysterious, Period, Psychedelic, Raw, Retro, Reverb, Roadhouse, San Francisco, Sex, Sleazy, Spiritual, Trip, Trippy, Weed
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Sitar
BPM:
111
Key:
E
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
When Soul Love Begins
Up, down, left, right
Good, bad, wrong, right
No need to fight
Use what you got inside
North, east, south, west
Which way's the best?
Is this another test?
Well, I can always count on you
When love begins
When soul love begins
I been broken down
I been left in riot
I've been to hell and back
But I know it'll be alright
When love begins
When soul love begins
Galaxies spinning
Listen to them sing
And as the mountains ring
You will know you are on your way
When love begins
When soul love begins
When love begins
When soul love begins
When soul love begins
Make You Mine
Artist(s): Derek's Ashes
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Blues
Subcategories:
1960s, 1970s, 2010s, Alternative, Alternative Rock, Blues, Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Hard Rock, Indie, Indie College Radio, Indie Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock
Keywords:
Acid, Bar, Beer, Blues Club, College, Desire, Down Home, Flower Power, Haight Ashbury, Hippie, Hipsters, Humid, Jukebox, LSD, Love, Lust, Marijuana, New Orleans, Obsession, Passion, Pot, Relationship, Retro, San Francisco, Sex, Smokey, Soulful, Southern, Summer, Summer Nights, Swampy, Throwback, Trip, Trippy, Unrequited Love, Vietnam War, Whiskey, Woodstock
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Organ, Percussion
BPM:
123
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Make You Mine
MAKE YOU MINE
Well I woke up cold this mornin'
Goin' crazy all last night
No I didn't hear the warning
I was lookin' for a sign
Gonna make you mine
Gonna make you mine
Gonna make you mine
Woo – ooo
Wooo –ooo
Well I saw her in a picture
It was hangin' on a wall
Said I'd find some way to get her
I would beg and I would crawl
Gonna make you mine
Gonna make you mine
Gonna make you mine
Woo – ooo
(SOLO)
Gonna make you mine
I'm gonna make you mine
Gonna make you mine
Woo – ooo Wooo –ooo
Woo – ooo Wooo –ooo
Speed Of Sound
Artist(s): Meth Lab
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Electronic
Subcategories:
Acid House, Alternative, Breakbeat, Drum N Bass, Electronica, Indie, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Techno
Keywords:
Action, Aggressive, Brit Hop, Challenge, Chase, Club, College, Competition, Crazy, DJ, Driving, Drugs, Ecstasy, Energetic, Energy, Escape, Euphoric, Euro, Excitement, Exercise, Extreme Sports, Fun, Futuristic, Hypnotic, Intense, Motion, Movement, Party, Promo, Psychedelic, Pursuit, Race, Rave, Running, Sci Fi, Speed, Teen, Trailer, Travel, Trip Hop, Trippy, Video Game, Wild, Youth
Instruments:
Scratches
BPM:
88
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Fast/Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Speed Of Sound
SPEED OF SOUND
Flying at the speed of sound
Flying at the speed of sound
Flying at the speed of sound
The speed of the sound
The speed of the sound
The speed of the sound
Moving at the speed of light
Moving at the speed of light
Moving at the speed of light
The speed of light
The speed of light
The speed of light
Catch me if you can
Catch me if you can
Flying at the speed of sound
Flying at the speed of sound
Flying at the speed of sound
The speed of the sound
The speed of the sound
The speed of the sound
End Of The World
Artist(s): Meth Lab (feat. G-$tack)
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Don Reynolds (ASCAP) 10% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Guerilla Funk Family Musicworx (ASCAP) 10%
Category:
Electronic
Subcategories:
Alternative, Breakbeat, Electro, Electronica, Indie, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Techno
Keywords:
Action, Aggressive, Apocalypse, Apocalyptic, Brit Hop, Challenge, Chase, Club, College, Competition, Crazy, DJ, Driving, Drugs, Ecstasy, Energetic, Energy, Escape, Euro, Excitement, Exercise, Extreme Sports, Futuristic, Hypnotic, Intense, Mean, Military, Motion, Movement, Party, Promo, Psychedelic, Pursuit, Race, Rave, Running, Sci Fi, Speed, Teen, Trailer, Trip Hop, Trippy, Video Game, War, Wild, Youth
Instruments:
Keyboard
BPM:
135
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
End Of The World
END OF THE WORLD
It's the end of the world
It's the end of the world as you know it
The end of the world as you know it
It's the end of the world
It's the end of the world as you know it
The end of the world as you know it
War! - It's a catastrophe
War! – It's Armageddon
It's Armageddon – War!
Come on – come on
C – c – c- - c – c – come on
Yeah – yeah – yeah – yeah
Come on – come on
C – c – c- - c – c – come on
This world – this world – this world – this world
This world has come to – come to – come to – come to an end
This world has come to an end
This world has come to an end
Don't stop – don't stop
What? – Don't stop
Come on – come on
C – c – c- - c – c – come on
Yeah – yeah – yeah – yeah
Come on – come on
C – c – c- - c – c – come on
It's the end of the world
It's the end of the world as you know it
It's the end of the world
It's the end of the world as you know it
The end of the world as you know it
War! - It's a catastrophe
War! – It's Armageddon
It's Armageddon –
War! - It's the end of the world
It's the end of the world as you know it
The end of the world as you know it
War! - It's the end of the world
It's the end of the world as you know it
The end of the world as you know it
War!
Roll The Dice
Artist(s): Junkyard Dogs
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Roger Burn (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Burnin' Down The House Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1970s, Blues, Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rockabilly
Keywords:
Americana, Bar, Brawl, Classic, Club, Dice, Drinking, Frat, Gambling, Gritty, Motorcycles, Party, Poker, Relationship, Roadhouse, Roll, Rowdy, Southern Rock, Sports, Strip Club, Texas, Tough
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Keyboard
BPM:
92
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Roll The Dice
ROLL THE DICE
Last call for alcohol
A shadow by the door
I thought I'd seen it all
Till you walked across the floor
Two o'clock, it's time to rock
Time to pass the test
Thinking fast, I said let's dance
Thank God you said yes
Let's roll the dice on
A sure bet from above
Let's roll the dice and
Take a chance on love
Well don't think twice
Come on let's roll the dice
Come on lucky seven
I just blew into town
The angels up in heaven
Couldn't turn me down
The devil on my shoulder
Said "come on, get it done"
The pounding in my heart
Said "this could be the one"
Let's roll the dice on
A sure bet from above
Let's roll the dice and
Take a chance on love
Don't think twice
Come on let's roll the dice
It's cold out on the road
I'm chilled down to the bone
I need someone to keep me warm
And a place to call my home
Let's roll the dice and
Take a chance on love
Don't think twice
Come on let's roll the dice
Let's roll the dice on
A sure bet from above
Let's roll the dice and
Take a chance on love
Well don't think twice
Come on let's roll the dice
Well don't think twice
Come on let's roll the dice
Well don't think twice
Come on let's roll the dice
Come on lucky seven
I Got More Bills Than I Got Pay
Artist(s): Sonny Ellis
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Calamari Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Blues
Subcategories:
Americana, Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Country, Entertainment News Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Reality TV Moods & Emotions, Rock
Keywords:
Americana, Attitude, Bar, Classic, Club, Confident, Fun, Good Time, Gritty, Groove, Heartland, Line Dance, Money, Paycheck, Playful, Redneck, Roadhouse, Rowdy, Sexy, Southern, Strip Club, Texas, Tough, Upbeat, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Organ, Piano
BPM:
116
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
I Got More Bills Than I Got Pay
I GOT MORE BILLS THAN I GOT PAY
I got more bills than I got pay
Bills keep coming every day
I watch my money slip away
Till there is nothing left to save
I just keep working night and day
I got more bills than I got pay
I work a sixty hour week
Barely making both ends meet
I need to win the lottery
Cause that's the only hope for me
Till then I'm working night and day
I got more bills than I got pay
What comes in slow, goes out fast
I just can't seem to make my money last
A broken back and swollen feet
That's all I get for working eight days a week
I'm just like every working man
Who tries to do the best he can
I keep a few bucks in my hand
And give the rest to Uncle Sam
So I'll keep working night and day
I got more bills than I got pay
What comes in slow, goes out fast
I just can't seem to make my money last
A broken back and swollen feet
That's all I get for working eight days a week
I'm just like every working man
Who tries to do the best he can
I keep a few bucks in my hand
And give the rest to Uncle Sam
So I'll keep working night and day
I got more bills than I got pay
I just keep working night and day
I got more bills than I got pay
Barely Close Enough
Artist(s): Jesse Turnbow
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 33.34% / Jesse Turnbow (ASCAP) 33.33% / Joel Wachbrit (ASCAP) 33.33%
Publisher(s):
Squid Knees Music (ASCAP) 33.33% / Twin Rivers Music (ASCAP) 33.33% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 33.34%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1980s, Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock
Keywords:
Americana, Attitude, Bar, Breakup, Cars, Classic, Club, Coffee House, Confident, Depressed, Emotional, Energetic, Gritty, Groove, Heartfelt, Introspective, Motorcycle, Passionate, Rejected, Relationship, Roadhouse, Rowdy, Sad, Sexy, Soulful, Southern, Sports, Strip Club, Strut, Texas, Tough, Travel, Yearning
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Organ, Piano
BPM:
120
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Barely Close Enough
BARELY CLOSE ENOUGH
When the lights go out
And he holds you
Do you think of me
As your lips collide?
When you make love
Are you really in it?
Or do you just pretend
That you're satisfied?
Well you can call that satisfaction
Call it anything you want
BUT DON'T CALL IT LOVE, DON'T CALL IT LOVE
MAY BE CLOSE ENOUGH, BUT DON'T CALL IT LOVE
You got shiny cars
A house made of mirrors
Security
All expenses paid
Whatever you want
Whenever you want it
And your friends all say
That you've got it made
You can call that being happy
Call it anything you want
BUT DON'T CALL IT LOVE, DON'T CALL IT LOVE
MAY BE CLOSE ENOUGH, BUT DON'T CALL IT LOVE
Nothing in this world ever comes for free
'Cept the good, good love that you got from me
Hey, hey
SOLO
Don't you remember
When we were inseparable?
Or did you just forget
All the love we had?
You gave it all away
For those things he gives you
You may be living good
But don't your heart feel bad?
Well you can call that satisfaction
Call it anything you choose
BUT DON'T CALL IT LOVE, DON'T CALL IT LOVE
MAY BE CLOSE ENOUGH, BUT DON'T CALL IT LOVE
Nothing in this world ever comes for free
'Cept the good, good love that you got from me
DON'T CALL IT LOVE
DON'T CALL IT LOVE
The End
Artist(s): The 3Ms
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Writer(s):
Michelle Leigh Leverette (BMI) 33.33% / Michelle Weinstein Murray (BMI) 33.33% / Scott Free (ASCAP) 33.34%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 66.66% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 33.34%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Gothic Country, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Southern Gothic
Keywords:
Adventure, Bar, Blue Collar, Confident, Countryside, Crossroads, Determined, Dirty Work, Down Home, Down On Your Luck, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Driving, Dust Bowl, Good Ol' Boy, Gritty, Heartland, Jail, Jailhouse, Mid West, Moody, Outlaw, Prison, Railroad, Redemption, Redneck, Roadhouse, Searching, Sinner, Southern, Spaghetti Western, Story Tellers, Struggle, Train, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Baritone Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Tambourine
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
107
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
The End
THE END
VERSE 1
Look up ahead
I see the cross roads coming
It's time to choose here once again
Yeah, up ahead
Find out just what it's costing
How much of this life must be bled
PRE-CHORUS
I never think about tomorrow, where I'll go
But here I am once again
CHORUS
Oh, here's to the end
So raise a glass and then I'll go
Oh, now it begins
Starting a journey in my soul
The beginning of the end of everything I know
VERSE 2
Left or right
I hear a distant rumble
Thunder always brings me light
Wrong or right
Find out just who is humble
Oh no, I won't shrink from this fight
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
PRE-CHORUS
I never think about tomorrow, where I'll go
But here I am once again
CHORUS
TAG
The beginning of the end of everything I know
Reaching For Salvation
Artist(s): Sugaray
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Calamari Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Blues
Subcategories:
1960s, 1970s, Blues, Blues Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock
Keywords:
Americana, Bar, Bayou, Chicago, Classic, Club, Delta, Depressed, Down And Out, Emotional, Gritty, Hangover, Heartfelt, Introspective, Late Night, Louisiana, Melancholy, Memphis, Mississippi, Passionate, Prayer, Raunchy, Redemption, Reflection, Religion, Retro, Roadhouse, Roots, Sad, Salvation, Sinner, Soulful, Southern, Strip Club, Texas, Yearning
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Organ, Wurlitzer Electric Piano
BPM:
90
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Reaching For Salvation
Reaching For Salvation
I keep reaching for salvation
I'm afraid I can't be saved
I keep reaching for salvation
I'm afraid I can't be saved
Heaven knows I've been a sinner
But now I'm on my knees to pray
My life's been filled with trouble
'Cause the Devil's been my friend
My life's been filled with trouble
'Cause the Devil's been my friend
I keep searching for an Angel
'Cause I know how this will end
All I ever had was bad luck
Since the day that I was born
All I ever had was bad luck
Since the day that I was born
Is there someone who can save me
'Cause I can't live this way no more
I keep reaching for salvation
I'm afraid I can't be saved
I keep reaching for salvation
I'm afraid I can't be saved
Heaven knows I've been a sinner
But now I'm on my knees to pray
Heaven knows I've been a sinner
But now I'm on my knees to pray
Lord knows I'm a sinner
And these blues won't go away
Howling At The Moon
Artist(s): Sonny Ellis
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Writer(s):
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Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1960s, 1970s, Blues, Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Soul
Keywords:
Alley, Americana, Back Road, Back Woods, Bar, Bed Mix, Bluesy, Dangerous, Diner, Down Home, Drinking, Earthy, Full Moon, Gritty, Haight Ashbury, Hippie, Jukebox, Jungle, Midnight, Motorcycles, Protest, Rebel, Redneck, Roadhouse, Roots, San Francisco, Sinister, Sneaky, Southern, Swamp, Tough, Truck Stop, Trucker, Trucks, Vampire, Vietnam War, Werewolf, Woodstock
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Piano, Guitar, Percussion
BPM:
122
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Howling At The Moon
HOWLING AT THE MOON
I can hear trouble comin'
I can feel it in my bones
On a hell-bent road to the other side
Like a hurricane blowin' home
CHORUS:
I was tearin' up the night – howling at the moon
Going out of my mind – howling at the moon
Like a blind man stumblin'
Down an alley way dark and cold
Comin' face to face with a junk-yard dog
Took a bite right outta my soul
CHORUS
Got the backwood fever, vision's blurred
Drank the witch doctor potion but there ain't no cure
Goin' out of my mind – howling at the moon
Got the devil to the left of me
Ain't no angel gonna hold my hand
I keep walking the line on the razor's edge
And I don't give a damn
Now I'm tearin' up the night...
Keep Steppin'
Artist(s): DJ Stylz
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Publisher(s):
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Category:
Electronic
Subcategories:
Acid House, Acid Jazz, Acid Jazz Trip Hop KCRW, Brit Hop, Electronica, Instrumental, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Altered State, Atmospheric, Bar, Brit Hop, City, Club, Cool, Drinking, Drugs, Ecstasy, Euphoric, Fashion, High, Hypnotic, Moody, Motivational, Nighttime, Psychedelic, Red Carpet, Relaxed, Runway, Smooth, Spacey, Style, Travel, Trip Hop, Trippy
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Horns, Synthesizer
BPM:
92
Key:
D♯m/E♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Keep Steppin'
Keep Steppin'
Keep Steppin' atcha own pace
Own pace
When The Fire Starts To Burn
Artist(s): Bettie Wilson & The Rockets
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Calamari Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1980s, Blues, Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Country, Female Vocal, Instrumental, Rock
Keywords:
Americana, Attitude, Bar, Cars, Classic, Club, Confident, Desire, Fire, Gritty, Groove, Heartfelt, Hot, Infatuation, Love, Motorcycle, Relationship, Roadhouse, Sexy, Smooth, Soulful, Southern, Steamy, Sultry, Swampy, Temptation, Tough, Travel, Yearning
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Keyboard, Organ, Slide Guitar
BPM:
88
Key:
B/C♭
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
When The Fire Starts To Burn
Should I act against my better judgment
Do what my mind says ain't right
Will I hate myself in the morning
Can't think about that tonight
I love the smell of danger in your hair
Right or wrong baby, I don't care
I've got nobody but myself to blame
When will I ever learn
Just like a moth that's drawn into a flame
There is nowhere to turn
When The Fire Starts To Burn
Why am I so tempted by disaster
What makes me crave it like I do
I might get burned by my desire
Still I'd do anything for you
I should've run when I saw your smile
'Cause I know trouble and it drives me wild
I've got nobody but myself to blame
When will I ever learn
Just like a moth that's drawn into a flame
There is nowhere to turn
When The Fire Starts To Burn
I know it's wrong to stare in the devil's eyes
But life is short, why let it pass you by
I love the smell of danger in your hair
Right or wrong baby, I just don't care
I've got nobody but myself to blame
When will I ever learn
Just like a moth that's drawn into a flame
There is nowhere to turn
When The Fire Starts To Burn
This Is My Block
Artist(s): G-$tack
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Don Reynolds (ASCAP) 10% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Guerilla Funk Family Musicworx (ASCAP) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1970s, Entertainment News, Funk, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Soul
Keywords:
Aggressive, Angry, Arrest, Back Alley, Bar, Barrio, Chaos, City, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Dance, Dark, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, East LA, Energetic, Energy, Funky, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Mean, Mug Shot, NYC, New York, Night Club, Ominous, Party, Porn, Prison, Radio, Scary, Sex Flick, South Central, Street, Streets, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Upbeat, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
95
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
This Is My Block
THIS IS MY BLOCK
Chorus
This is my block – this is my block
The rock ain't gon' stop
This place is hot y'all – Ho ------
Verse 1
Posted up chokin'
On some Indo green
Stacked up in the back
Too many Stacks
I'm mean
These streets is the King's streets
It seems
Everyone or two years I have to make 'em lean
Hit 'em with tha machines
If you run the block
Heavy Handed Means!
Greasy
Enough cake to make your wake come quicker than a sun beam
Run up on you with the Fo' leave ya leaking
Pulling capers and I'm squeezing
It's Pleasing!
Yeah you nippy but I'm FREEZING
Fully automatic cracks
Now yo' whole family's weeping
Stop ya madness young dudes
I'm a veteran killa
Servin' 22 blocks
On every corner I'm the major dealer
Only 19 when I wrapped a Milla
You taking over the flow? Stop it will ya!
Ya pocket's thin? Boy I feel ya
But is it worth eating steel bullet dinners?
Repeat Chorus
Verse 2
We get it poppin'
What you talkin' bout dude?
You up in da club..
Chump, I own the club
You see how all they' eyes is glued
On my section roped off it's a thug reunion
We tucked with our tools.. Send
Them Bunnies over it's time for pattin' pannies
More throats in action in the back than the Grammys
Everybody on the floor throwin' 'bows and two-steppin'
I'm not a DJ but I make lean back when I'm pepperin'
No stressing
Mo weapons
Than the American
Airforce and you the Taliban
I'm the worst
I'm the HEAT man
I keep grams
Kilo'd up
Grands in rubber bands
Understand Fam?
Cold-hearted G and I don't give a damn
Yeah they saw what happened
But they won't take the stand
Everybody give respect
Cousin, I'm the man!
Taxin', Clappin', It's crackin'
That's why I'm rappin'
Repeat Chorus
Vamp
Watch yo' back!
No matter what you do
Dog I'm watching you
You betta' watch yo' back!
I got eyes on every corner, plenty guns to shoot
Homey don't get smacked!
I'll treat you like my hoes if you disrespect
Make me grab the Tech
Or maybe grab ya neck!
Homey watch yo' back
You'll pay a heavy debt
Watch yo' back!
No matter what you do
Dog I'm watching you
You betta' watch yo' back!
I got eyes on every corner, plenty guns to shoot
Homey don't get smacked!
I'll treat you like my hoes if you disrespect
Make me grab the Tech
Or maybe grab ya neck!
Them slugs is hot
Homey, This is My Block!!
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