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Dingees The Sundown To Midnight

Kickin' at the curb strollin' mothers bay Little naked kid it's where I used to play Dad paints the house on the stereo Reggae music plays and it just

the neon city his home Place without sequence Make my brother squeamish Looming urban towers Electrical post pumping power Steady beat falling deep in the city streets Black midnight

Constantly complain' bout our generation today Turn around and look you helped to make this way The less that you've been there the further they stray

Saddle up rally boy he ain't got a home His friends out on the street the only family that he's known Society don't want him and that's fine with Rally

We know you know more than you lead to believe Loads of misinformation jammed deep in your sleeve You lurk in the shadows followed by a red glow Your

your own that's all we're asking to be Rain falls on the righteous rain falls on the wicked So where's my motivation to be anything different Sundown....midnight

Hard times are callin' for hard hearts Thru me in with prestige, turn me out an upstart While backbiters encamped around me What thought spilt out in