Lyrics:
dreams by oceans and by rivers
Like two running streams that never can touch
And the pupils in your eyes are not as big as they used to be
Oh I never
dreams by oceans and by rivers
Like two running streams that never can touch
And the pupils in your eyes are not as big as they used to be
Oh I never
you ever have to finally decide
Sometimes there's one with big blue eyes, cute as a bunny
With hair down to here, and plenty of money
And just when
a new team to try to eat
This niggas scavenger
Bread machine beat them hundreds blue
The fifties lavender
At the trap, we up and down the steps
We broke
don't know what it is about this girl that gets me
There's just somethin' 'bout her Dixie
You might find her down at the Florida-Georgia Line
She
cousin caught a next shot
Out in yard, tryna line up a headshot
Flew back home tryna get it by the headlock
I was getting boxes, banging it in Z shots
I used to hit the booth with my line kicking
If I hit the other side
that's fried chicken
Gotta get him by himself
They won’t grind with him
Till
the only way I could afford some nice things
Red light shag a bae, blue light run away
Fiends in alleyways, eyes big anime’s
Haze is ammi, black hash afghani
one of they finest wines
Then you started snortin lines, your life defines
the misconception of stayin down
You can't be influenced by everybody you
fingers off the hands of time
The Du Ponts were running under Delaware like panty lines
they built a mill for small explosives on the Brandywine
But gun
yes bitch I'm cocky
Your bitch said I'm fine
That bitch gonna snort lines
You're wrong, I'm right
Big tit's what I like
My diamonds, they shine
What's
from
Pockets deeper than the big blue?
Now, that ye wouldn't do
Nick it's ye I see through
'Causе your ho-ho-hokie shit is so below me
Davy Jonеs be
Well, the church burned down and no one knew
What the Pentecost Baptists was gonna do
The Sunday brimstone got so dadgum hot
It burned up a church
I put my life on the line
Looking at my girl
I ain't right in my mind
I no I fucked up
Time after time
So it's only right that
I wind and I dine
Fast
gotta ask
I don't do lines but tonight I might
Get a lil drunk get into a bar fight
Smoke a whole gram till I lose my sight
If i'm gonna go big then im
belief
No gimmick here
It's All in reach
It's All in speech
It's all in screech
Big world
We're blinded by the fact that we're blinded
It's all in AL I
There's no place I'd rather be
Than on this blanket here with you
Watching that big red sunset
Into a Caribbean blue
We're sure it's hot down
works up in that big town
With sophisticated ties
But come 5 she lets her hair down
And she turns on her Southern side
We'll I've seen the sunset
sober
Catch a .40 caliber case of glaucoma
Riders like Johnny Depp rollin' with Winona
Big trunk fulla shit, blow the globe up
So what? nobody knows us,
"My line of work is considered by some to be a...
A tumor on society, be careful Mr. Magenta there are benign tumors,
And there are others, that
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