Lyrics:
Trying to get up to come down
Got that playa shit by the pound
The gold with the lacs and the crown
Make it where them hoes come around
Trying
Beans got us loopy and singing
She wearin' droopy old gingham
Gettin' goopy like Venom
Haters poop in they denim
Trying to rip my mask off like Scooby Doo
with the syringe dirty
Torturous methods, take off your head while we pawning your necklace
Flow hotter than some scorpion peppers
Boy your face look
boys
Somethings will follow me to the death here
In another life i'll talk outside the grave, dear
Sometimes by best was just accident
And that's okay
but the boy just turned wrong
Now I can still see the flowers down by that old oak tree
And it looks like there's room beside him just enough room for
Old gray fence, tar chip road
Martin's creek, almost home
Whitetail buck by a one lane bridge
Around the bend up on the ridge
There's Thompson's
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
Where the oak and the ash and the bonny rowan tree
Are all a-growin' green in the old country
Well I asked for a candle for to light me up to bed
Gaithersburg, right in Old Town, the shit was insane
I'll never forget it, and that's where I met my boy Lenny, Big Lenbo, wassup!
That's right man, we just
and Chronic stood as basically all that I would
Ever listen to and when I bought my first Onxy album, I started bumpin' them
Naught By Nature, Mobb Deep
old violin
And play it all you please.
For at this time tomorrow, boys,
It'll be of no use to me."
Hang your head, Tom Dooley,
Hang your head and cry;
with the steeple
Down by the village Green
'Twas there I met a girl called Daisy
And kissed her by the old oak tree
Although I loved my Daisy, I
on the church with the steeple
Down by the village green.
Twas there I met a girl called daisy
And kissed her by the old oak tree.
Although I loved my daisy,
passed along
But this oak has grown old wither-wrung
It threatens to fall
Better for us if the axe splits the trunk they say
On your tip toes
a few more scars than when they left
And Jack right by their side
Orrin died an old man
But Squire dropped dead at forty five
Got buried in a potter's
but the boy just turned wrong
Now I can still see the flowers down by that old oak tree
And it looks like there's room beside him just enough room for
suddenly it's not mine
It's hard to give you what I never had
Boy does it fly
Barely keeping it together like a twist tie
Keeping up the talk
Cut you off
by too quick, especially for an old country hick
No more mowing the lawn, so I'm up before the crack of dawn
I'm camo-dressed, I got my boots on.
certainly rented, and it's due every day
Now look at me, I live in the Ridge by the Bay
I can't live without it
But we can talk about it
I know it's a lot,
Lush green parks and the big brown oaks
I used to think this dream was a joke
Cus my hope got burned when I got too close to the goal
Maybe I'm an old
esepecially for me
By a boy from down in Texas, Willie and it accepted
So good on our dancers
We hope you like it, it's little different of what we normally do
known at the time for hits from Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam and they had this massive hit by the Backstreet Boys, All I Have To Give. Every so often I rip him
The Lower East Side began
Punk fashion as well
With ripped clothes and spiked hair
Worn by a poet named Richard Hell
Hell was in Television, The Neon Boys
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