Lyrics:
love is sweeter than a summer rain symphony fallin' on the front porch steps
Oh look at how far we've come
I can't wait to see what's next
It's you, yea
you from the country everything's cool, you know
Give us a front porch, give us a thing of Patron and give us
you know a few Corona, a Red Stripe.
You
the door, I saw the food on the porch with a note on the floor. God bless don't worry any more. I just went to church on my front porch.
You gotta pray more
on the streets in the heat, in the scorch
Just wishing they could be chilling on your front porch
Tell me why there's so much hatred out there played like it's
the serpentine
They tryna rat on my K, got raised to Hell, invade the sales
They want some battles with greats
God fall from his grace, banana clips
Them
Eighty years, an old lady now, sitting on the front porch
Watching the clouds roll by
They remind her of her lover, how he left her, and of times
calling for clear blue skies
Sunny and seventy-five
Daisies blooming on our big front porch
I’d feel guilty asking God for more
But there’s thunder rolling
He's got a US flag on his front porch to remind everyone where he lives
And up in the attic there are papers that prove the old house is finally his
I was outside on the porch
Seen him ride by he sliding a Porsche
Why he with the guys in the court when over this side it’s a war
Next week he lie
See what I'ma do is, like...
I just kinda want to be able to, you know...
Smoke by myself,
Without kinda being bothered by what a motherfucker had
front porch?
Or standing in the corner of the club with the blunt torched? It's off
They say he rhyme like he starvin' and sold odds and bodkins
I just picked the bag up Imma put it in the front seat,
Young boy, vagabond, Like, what the heck you rapping on?
Roaming up the ladder dawg, Scalding
on my front porch
Waiting for a nigga who just said that he want smoke
I make niggas laugh, but I'm no joke
Better come correct or if not I'll leave your
like
Ba-da-da-da-da-da-da couple of bullets are comin' your way then it jam
Like god damn
Then I pick up somethin' quicker, start killin' everything
On your front porch swaying
With my higher self saying it's cruel
It's true
But I'll be running on back to the cards all stacked by you
By you
Got me
These pussy niggas be talkin'
I swear to God I'll blast 'em
Show them that I'm forreal, man I be ball
Look at that fake ass chain look like
He got it from
mama loves me, only God can judge me
Hell on earth, man, this world is so ugly
Looking through my slum windows, gray skies
Trying to see the future
never thought I’d miss this town
I Roll into the driveway at five a.m.
The front porch light is on
And I can’t wait to get through that door
I'm running
the Ruger, leave him on his front porch
Yeah, I can bring him drama all sorts
With the llama to his bargain, have him leaking nine quarts of blood
Niggas been
It echoed through the mountains of Carolina
Ragged and real as an old coal miner
Played by the hands of the weary and hard-workin' souls
Foot stompin
the street in the field and ride)
(I can watch them off my front porch)
(Umm, my one boy is into shed horn hunting so he'll take off)
(And go park his
(On God, on God, on me)
You cry when nobody around
Control is all on me
You stressing, you ain't got no money
Had you a girl, but these bitches
way before he ever had a placement (on God)
Dead bodies in the bando, we called it a vacant (bando)
Smokin', drinkin', sellin' dope but I was
Inn
I said it wasn't me, I got a twin (oh my god its you! Not again!)
It all started when my mother took my bike away
'cause I murdered my guinea pig
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