Lyrics:
what's the use in trying
If it's like this by design?
Now I settle in to watch the Jersey pines and white pines
Buckling toward the ground, as I cross
I left my home and kinfolk
In them Southern Jersey pines
Packed up and moved to Georgia
Hartsfield brought me closer
To the Northern Florida Line
the sunrise
Our time it is short
We'll make a mess of Baltimore
We come for the crab cakes
But stay for the whores
We'll search the Jersey pines
Won't come back
that summer night
Out there in those jersey pines
Oh she watched me slip into her grasp
She was everything I need and more
Never breathed a breathe so
Somewhere deep in the Pine Barrens of New Jersey
Is a young man, looking for an escape from his day to day life as the sun dips below the horizon
it from the grapevine
Masked Apparel jersey, fresh jeans, and a fitted
Rollin' up a joint, Yea I'm smokin' on that grape pine
Walkin' my city, Yea I'm
dream
Is that another Jersey fever dream
I want to tell you all about this crazy train that I've been on
The world beyond the turnpike and the pines
The scent of pine trees climbs up to kiss the sky
Then heads north to the palisades
Atlantic City play land on a boardwalk
Miss America, the Easter
When I die and lay me down
Cast my body to the sea
But bury my heart on the Jersey Shore
And every time you think of me
Know my mother was
Where the well of human hatred is shallow and dry
No, I never wanted to change the world, but I'm looking for a new New Jersey
Because tramps like us,
on the sign get me off up this pine
When we're fun we do this every time
Its time
Its time
Look, now when the game is on the line I'm ready for
line.
Pigeons settled on the carpet pissing
Ribbons buried beneath planks and spines
Of picture books and the swirling flytraps
Soaking with pine needles
Jordan kicks, vintage jersey something light
Applying pressure with leopard print
Skin tight, slim thick lil mama drinking free all night
She can't miss
memory
Moist panties and wet sheets when they think of me
[Chorus]
Yo, yo, uh,
From Miami to Cali, from Vegas to Jersey
Got'em in Houston,
Hey, sweet baby, kiss me hard
Draw my bath water, sweep my yard
Give a drink of my wine to my jersey cow
I wouldn't give a hoot-and-nail for my
Till my pine box drop down into the dirt
I'm a be by far the hottest nigga, known to the Earth
In the air, I fly, can't compare my
Swagger to another
memory
Moist panties and wet sheets when they think of me
[Chorus]
Yo, yo, uh,
From Miami to Cali, from Vegas to Jersey
Got'em in Houston,
church you can praise the Lord in
On any givin' Sunday mornin'
Some poor ol' pine boy gettin' saved
Ain't that a beautiful thing
Cool breeze coming
On my way to school in that Michael Jordan jersey
Crips used to sweat me but I ain't nervous
And I wore it on purpose
I think I might bang the whole
to school in that Michael Jordan jersey
Crips used to sweat me but I ain't nervous
And I wore it on purpose
I think I might bang the whole summertime
Top
'Til I saw the American dream come true
In New Jersey, they got a god-damned Swedish parade
Just some oak and some pine and a handful of Norsemen
to sleep
Got him steady thinking all white nigga mister clean
You ain't gonna do a thang get the pine sol
Give a fuck bout what you thinking imma kill em
ain't hear about no fuckin' deals
Wachu you mean I ain't skip a meal, always starvin' up in Pine Hill
magnifying glass tryn'a find a mill, my mind feelin'
et madones
Enchaîne les daronnes
Enchaîne les maronn'
J'avais une pine-co Lucia c'est le nom
Santa Lucia c'est le son
Ce-coin par les putes
Lucky
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