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Green, green, his words would chime
A rhythm that danced through space and time
From the young to the old, they all fell in line
For Jeff's love was
play around he do the opposite
The type might shoot from in the crowd
Jeff hop in the whip fresh glock in the whip
TVs and a xbox in this bitch this
saint-like in pure white, he's
Photographed as he walks not only by us
But by everyone else who
Happens to be at the beach
Today young teenagers with iPhones
Hmm, this is my brother
Yeah this is
My rules, my rules, my rules, my rules, my-
(Yeah) I like the way you work it
Never met an angel that was
Jerry Jeff Walker stumbled up the stairs on his way to the
Stage with a Martin guitar and a six pack
Yeah and he was the poet of the Lone Star state
Jerry Jeff Walker stumbled up the stairs on his way to the
Stage with a Martin guitar and a six pack
Yeah and he was the poet of the Lone Star
come around.
This world's like a vortex trying to suck me in,
I'm lucky to play the role of a drowning Jeff Buckley.
I'm an OutKast in the state
, the son'na
Guess man
Nuh be on my way
Jeff Cameron and Young Oman
Nuh be on my way
The son'na
Guess man
Nuh be on my way
Jeff Cameron and Young Oman
Some man
Jerry Jeff Walker stumbled up the stairs on his way to the
Stage with a Martin guitar and a six pack
Yeah and he was the poet of the Lone Star
told me, "be careful what you do
Don't go around brakin' young girls' hearts"
But she she came and stood right by me and I smelled her sweet perfume
I get high
Just to just to balance out the lows
I’m Jazzy Jeff’n smoke
Tryna get throwed
Come through, eyes low
Waddup doe
We just some young niggas
I went pop and made millions, now all I do is chop samples
Egon's finest, peanuts after like I was Linus
Followed by that College Park next, that's
lovers do
I kissed you on the left once more
And we said goodbye by the door in the nighttime
Yeah, that's the right time
To feel the way that young
K9's Posse
Cause it's Common
For Juveniles to Do or Die
On the regular
On a cellular
With Noreaga and Cormega on a three way
Down the 95 South Freeway
lovers do
I kissed you on the left once more
And we said goodbye by the door in the nighttime
Yeah, that's the right time
To feel the way that young
Old people tell me I'm still too young
To take a lady's hand and give it the tongue
What do they know about puberty
About being 14 and all filled
way
Round in circles I'd go
Longing to tell you
But afraid and shy
I'd let my golden chances
Pass me by
Soon you'd leave me
Off you would go
In
the evil
Making music for a way I can speak through
A sequel? You want a sequel
Have a single man I'm working on the debut
I could do this for the rest of my
the evil
Making music for a way I can speak through
A sequel? You want a sequel
Have a single man I'm working on the debut
I could do this for the rest of my
with that Patek Phillipe
Wearing a whole lotta red that's the Carti in me
Did a lot for you but what you do for me
Bout' to go to Ice Box, buy some
tuning in, I be changing the channel
Stepping on me is like stepping on a lego
Ice in my fist got me feeling like Thanos
A nigga like me be saucy
Tool by
wanna do
Is just to be with you
Lovers in the sand
Walkin hand in hand
Are dreamin of the last night
We shared
Lovers in the sand
Givin love again
lovers do,
I kissed you on the lips once more,
And we said goodbye by the door in the night time,
Yeah, that's the right time,
To feel the way that young
hail Mary's please Father forgive us
Young, the archbishop, the Pope John Paul of y'all niggas
They way y'all all follow Jigga
Hov's a livin' legend
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