Magic Hour or The Magic Hour may refer to:
Well she left me here halfway
Between the bright lights of Los Angeles
And the tawdry nights of San Jose
With Ecstacy and Ivory Wave
And a backpack full of Captain Jack
To take me to an early grave
And I've never been to paradise
Standing on this corner by myself
You don't have to tell me twice
And the world's not gonna end
If I could just pretend
That here's a place to go
San Luis Obispo
And the streets may look the same
Of any town by any name
Gonna find my afterglow
San Luis Obispo
The difference between delight
And loneliness could be a one way flight
In these San Luis Obispo nights
Where no one seems to mind
If you string your words together with
Kool cigarettes and sparkling wine
Keep the conversation light
Wait until the girls get under-dressed
And then the talk gets less polite
And I could stay here all my days
But will I spend my life deciding if
Happiness is just a phase
And I hope that I'm not wrong
Maybe here's where I belong
Every winter free of snow
San Luis Obispo
But if she's coming back again
I would flee but until then
Every day my love it grows
San Luis Obispo
The difference between delight
And loneliness is never black or white
In these San Luis Obispo nights
Sorry you misunderstood
This kid with his intentions good
When all I had was two feet left to stand
And if you're coming back through town
Put your ear down to the ground
Cause this boy's voice has changed into a man's
And I hope that I'm not wrong
Baby here's where I belong
Every winter free of snow
San Luis Obispo
But if she's coming back again
I would flee but until then
Every day my love it grows
San Luis Obispo
The difference between delight
And loneliness could be a one way flight
In these San Luis Obispo nights
The magic hour
That's the ultimate for me
When it's almost dark
The sun is going down
And there's still that little bit of light
That breeze is still there and it's still hot out
[talking: AZ]
Yea, poet, politician, playa when necessary
This is AZ
I'm your host for the evening
It's Magic Hour
How we gonna do this?
No stress, we on the sands in Tahiti
Bare chest, you pass this dirty gram on the pinky
Respect, finess movements like your hands in grafitti
Grey Goose, mixed with grape, cran and the kiwi
It's truth holds galore
Rolls go clothes galore; take paper till they close the door
Either or, corner hustle or hustle on tour
To seen it all, nothing left but to stumble no more
And the sex is fantasm
Flow, campaigns 'em
Dough, can't change 'em
Courts, can't arraign 'em
It's sports, Titanium quartz, Iranian taught,
I came in force, all the bangers is brought
Brought the bang at your fort, torch and tangle your thoughts,
Scorch and stand if you're short
So of course, just to chill and conversate, Mil- and Salaam-ulate
Millions I'm trying to chase illin' from out the gate
Get it right my feelin's is not awake
Ducatti bikes, shipped from out of state
The pressure is on, the blunts is lit
My presence is strong, it's real I'm amongst the mix
The Wesson is long, I move like I'm on some shit
So testin' is wrong cause once guns is drawn that's it
The beats the rap the game is done
We leave, we at, we smack, we bang them guns
We beat with bats, we scrap, we came, we come
So, peace to that he's back nigga one
[talking: CL Smooth]
Yea, Chairman of the Board, man
Black Leader, the Mecca Don
El Presidente,
Ladies and Gentlemen,
All I do is bring the life to a dead game the moment I came
Under my umbrella, my flag, my name
If the ship leaving the port, cruise to the resort
You can't be serious baby, this is sport
Gotta make my rounds, head wolf of this pack
Till it's me an A' steppin' out of both sides of that Maybach
We can eat lovely, just don't interrupt me
And mix all this checkmate with that quiet money
I can see it all bubblin' the move is no troublin'
I'm a give you the plug and the Sosa
They all love CL, no jail for homie
Only gotta tell me one time, Don't fuck me Tony
Just buy weight fly straight and keep me right
And I don't care what I spend on security
It helps me sleep at night
Scene of this sharp as me
You take it in air, you can't compare
To the initials engraved in my office chair
The boss is here, we deep in the game
You can't do it the same
You gotta bring a strong leash for your dame or pop up
Speaking of cheddar, me and son peak it together
Can't feel it's the real deal or let the meatballs meet the Baretta
Smellin' like fresh cut leather
Odd color called sarsaparilla
The curtain is drawn the seat's vanilla
Let him see heat forever
Taking that seat empowers
It is time, open your eyes Ready for the light show. A free wonder is coming on That's the Magic Hour
When the sun is setting When the sky is burning
You should stop this for a while Raise your eyes and calm down. Anyplace is looking great That's the Magic Hour
When the sun is setting When the sky is burning Hurry up it's gonna end Get ready for the lat (last ? late ?) song Purple, cotton in the air That's the Magic Hour When your face is blazing Anyone is pretty