blare

As soon as the shareef was chauffeured outta there

The jet pilots tuned to the cockpit radio blare

Soon as the shareef was outta their hair, the jet pilots wailed

Santa Monica, I'm racing in the lights for you, baby

I drive fast, radio blares

Have to touch myself to pretend you're there

If you're feelin' the vibe, roll the windows down

Blare the rhythm outside

This one's rhythm and vibes, trust me

To the rhythm of a timebomb ticking away

And the blare of the sirens combing the streets

Chased down like dogs we run from

The sleigh bells are ringing, and the carolers are singing

While the air-raid sirens blare

It's Christmas at ground zero

It's the beat, he hear it in his sleep sometimes

Blare it in your Jeep, so your peoples can stare at them rhymes

Real rhymes not your everyday hologram

Booty on the outside

Keratin on pants dried, good to paraglide, blare a fie

Surfin' through a tail pipe

But they were lies of stone, they were lies of stone

Trumpets blare, with silent sound

I need to make you proud

Then fuck up this bitch with another concoction

Clear out the block with a blare from the shotgun (Shotgun)

Bitch, what's the problem?

Time stops when the whispers blare

The voices drop hard but the eyes still stare

Three personalities burstin' out of me, please beware

Her TV blares, can't hear the creaking stairs

She's unaware in no underwear, she's completely bare

Talking to myself

A T.V. blares

Oh man

By any means necessary

Blare sirens to the library

Whisper instructions to the book-wormed glossary

Big S class, leather chairs, I'm in the rear

Driver don't stop at all, but Buju blares

Makin' dough but my bro's having a mare

Falling from the sky on the wings of an angel

Been enough to tear with the stereo blare

BUT THIS SHIT GOES UP TO THE HEADPHONE WEARERS

Trash a hotel room

We'll blare out music down the hall

Throw some shadows on the wall

I know from the minute you stare

To come and my radios blare

That when I'm home you can believe me

When mixed with the more musical twern of the tropical warbler

But the impatient taxi blare

The squawking elderly ibis and the glass-eye snapper hawking papers

it's adolescent war

she craves noise and the music blares

girl calls to a boy (and my heart is true, oh to you)

Now I'm floating above looking in

As the radio blares and wheels spin

I can see my face slump with a grin

I'm a dancin' fool

When those trumpets blare, man

I ain't got a care man

And the tunes I request are not always the best

But the ones where the trumpets blare!

So, I go at a maddening pace

Untroubled by the roar of unending screams

The droning blare of absolute doom

The downpitched moan of collapsing dreams

But all you December do-gooders rush around

And rant and rave and loudly blare

Merry Christmas

Surf, surf crazy

The radio blares and here's the plan

Soak up the sun and get the ultimate tan

TV in the gas pump

Blares into the dark

Blares into the dark

Now you walk these streets as a raging fire burns out of control

As the sirens blare all the people escape

An invisible thread's hanging in the air

Eks 'n skemer swerwer wat met woorde smous in 'n vreemde land

Eks 'n duisend blare deur die wind verjaag

Ek soebat song uit die holtes van my katsnaarkitaar

And the words she said I could barely hear

Over the blare of the speakers and the smell of beer

She got up to speak, she lifted her dress

Once that hot shi' runnin' through 'em, they get to shcreamin' like Ric Flair (whoo)

I'm in my F8, tryna E-brake, ridin' wit' a lane and blare (yeah)

I stand on bidness, all angles, I'm a fuck nigga nightmare (yeah)

Thought I'd drop a line, the weather here is fine

But day and night it blares

Commanding through loudspeakers

Are not always the best

But the ones where the trumpets blare

So I go at a maddening pace

Are not always the best

But the ones where the trumpets blare

So I go at a maddening pace

Come on take my hand and we'll dive

A television blares in an empty room

The poisoned waters glisten

The horsemen all ride out

The walls will tumble as trumpets blare

Locusts, plague and drought

It just depends again on breaking the records over radio

Rock music blares

Doors slam

Held up here like a pair of thieves

While the sirens blare outside

♪

Edit you back into

The blare that could define you,

Coveted by few who knew.

Leaves fall further than before

TV's blare with the sound of confusion

Music keeps playing about illusions

Are not always the best

But the ones where the trumpets blare

So I go at a maddening pace