Lyrics:
gone to sea But Hannah's gone upcountry She wouldn't wait for me The wind bites like a razor When those Easterlies veer round The moon floats high
Upcountry drifters in permanent repose Eyes on the lost sons trained in the tricks of the world Strung out and restless until the feast arrives The only
these babblers, still booty chatterers|This what a rapper was supposed to be and that's what's up|Country this, yeah yeah, country that|I'm a country cat,
worthy I know, mummy wants grandkids, that's 1 thing Too many aunties ,want u to visit upcountry Ooh meen it's a mess, there's so much in this plate
be safer than if he did it in the city center So he drove to upcountry pubs and went for the weekend He didn’t know that the girls here looked like
of light In your bowl of light In your bowl of light Where we drove upcountry Our feet stained in the red Laid some good good prayers down She said, I see
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