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trees,
Like nigga what you want,
Tell me what you need,
Percosets & molly,
But I prefer smoking trees,
I'm just living my life,
By the moment,
Like I'm

where John Prine once stood
It seemed like a dream the most fairytale thing
That this here country boy could ever find
No wonder why young John

Places I've never been bumping songs I wrote in my room
Make it look easy while breaking the rules
How I be spazzing and still got a groove
Bad boy no Will

crotch, like you thought I was feelin you
Play one of they song, man that shit was horrendous
Can't fuck wit niggas cause all them pretentious
Came in

shine on us

c temple, a burst, a revolution
cn ocean, a boy, with no fight left
c man lured away by a french cigarette
Life split in two with no hope

seeing pictures g
In this sentence
When I fill up the venom
On your 5 year old little boy
All I’m tryna do is just make a little noise
I refuse to sit back

it's greener on this side
I talk prayers to Jehovah, but this ain't song cry
I live life like a country boy, come out the damn south
Fuck the birds

I fell in love with the cars and the fast shit
She said oh boy you a star, you be rapping
But I ain't nothing like them, I overlapped them
Mentally,

and shady ass icons
This little world got twenty-four hours
Nowadays' rappers' songs cause meningitis
Follow the flow, Red Riding Hood
Ain’t talking boroughs

Pressure
That's why it's hard for me
But I can never get passed it by making sob stories
And hearing someone else talk about it's beyond boring
I'm

hotel out of town
Out in the country

[The phone rings]

You talk about the little tattoo parlor you’d dream to open in Milan

[The phone rings]

You say

I kick my feet up
Every song is gold swear that you gonna repeat em
Music taking off shit is nice good to see em
I'm being sarcastic never lacking

a daughter I like, I'm Dean Gaffney
Grab her by the cat, I don't know the history, Mexicans and black folk, all I see are mysteries
I'm so fat that I could

to a country song
Let's slow dance
Until the radio is all we've got on
Strawberry sip
Let's take a dip
Boy you're turning more than just them fireflies

Still I know say I go dey alright 
Part two of this song, I Dey clright
Coming as soon as I dey alright
Man no sleep, everyday all-night
Day by day, we

show me all the places you went to as a kid 

And i'll love the way you're singing over all those country songs 
They all seem to be about a boy like

always dealing with children
Uh, yeah, in your songs you don't give me a feature
Cause my rap's like Corona, boy, they giving you fever
It's Slessor, yo

i ain't playing
With you dudes
I was born
For making plays
Eeny miny moe
I ain't playing
With these songs
It's some niggas
In my city
With them

better warn yer
Looking a lot like I won't be coming home
So proud was I to sign up for my country
To go and put things right where they were wrong
But by

Steel and cinderblock
Mama loved him but couldn't hold him
Running with the big boys much to prove
15 years later sitting in a pod
10 consecutive

at all.

Motherfuckers, her name is 'Mariana'
Startin' off, she couldn't hack cowgirl, even though
She grew up in the country
But don't worry boy, just

to be unlocked
What will they say when they find out I'm inspired by Tupac

Geto Boys
Big Daddy Kane
What the hell is going on
You need to quit this

YOU COULD BE A MODEL GOODBYE

Herman Düne

Not on Top

2006

folks 
that you've been caught by some stupid cop with a girl from out of town
but by the time's the manager said it wasn't such a big deal
and the boy

threats when thеy seen him
He tried to get away
You oldеr now your hair kind of gettin' gray
Them young boys hungry won't you
Stay out them niggas way
They