Lyrics:
of light brown for bamboo, a wall of small
Cylindrical husks of bamboo, light brown sand of your feet
and the aqua foam color of the water
Blue sky
girl, there's no one quite like you
And I've gone through Hell and high water
Washed away with the tide
I can lose a damn war all by myself
If you were
to high
Cause come hell or high water
I'm not giving up on you
If you're drowning I will lift you up
Even if it comes for both of us
I won't turn my back
the light is leaving
While the other kids sat rosy-cheeked and laughing, I sat in a corner spelling out sexual words in graham cracker lettering
My soul
Neb'in [never]
You know I gots to (say high) stay high, keep recipts for alibis
And the meat they ate from them drive-bys ain't mine
cause mine's a supe'
Javiggadink
(Lil Zane, ahh ahh)
Yo, holla at em Zane
Let em know how we do pimpin'
[Verse 1: Lil Zane]
Wasn't for him, I wouldn't be alive
Chest high
passport, and I forgot my name and town,
But now I'm here by the water, put the money down.
Before I walk on the water,
Put the money down, down, down,
colors up
Green ground grow wild
Red feathers fly
White eyes look wide
Grey stone climb high
Blue waters flow
Brown hands take hold
Purple mountains shine
According to a recent tweet by Iggy Azalea
"Diss songs shouldn't be filled with
Celebrity name drops to pad out lazy bars"
I beg to differ
Rihanna
the flood
Or would you stand beside me
Hell or high water
Hell or high water
I've yet to recover what was gone
So I went back to where I thought I lost it
I
Look for me by moonlight;
Watch for me by moonlight;
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way!
Iv
She twisted her hands
rocks
i dreamed of cher
she came to us in babylon
and she was rattling fluently
her true language
and she was dressed in high syrian rags
her face had
empty vodka bottles
I be high, he be drunk, that my roll model
I rolls by you with my seat reclinin'
When I stop, rims don't keep spinnin', they keep
empty vodka bottles
I be high, he be drunk, that my roll model
I rolls by you with my seat reclinin'
When I stop, rims don't keep spinnin', they keep
Where did you get that scar you're hiding in your left hand?
Passing by the sign that says "banned"
Run and play, hiding in the high
Fields of gray
Where did you get that scar that you're hiding in your left hand
Passing by the sign that says 'banned'
Run and play hiding in the high fields
I'll be true I won't let you down
Come hell or high water
I will follow you shoulder
To shoulder we'll stand side by side
When the mourning songs are
by: John Spears and Tatynisha Michelle Anderson Graham
feet
You see, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello
To the black, to the white, the red and the brown
The purple and yellow, but first, I gotta
Modra
A high flying, pack marking, goal kicking machine, he was any a coach's dream
Word had got out "this boy can play" they said
"Why we've never
fully bustdown, barely see the time
Bitch got a wig and makeup, but she still fine
They say the water deep as fuck, but I'ma still dive
I be in
Dutch (nah)
Still get high as hell (still get high as hell)
Do that shit with Playboi Carti
Fuck these foreign girls (Carti, fuck these foreigns)
New
a-comin'
So, you best get out the way
Save ya self 'cause she leaves hell beggin' for water
The devil don't even bother
Yeah, I know somewhere tonight
the money
Baby how that sound?
When I'm feelin' high I'm probably on some light skin
When I'm feelin' low I'm sippin' on some brown
Won't you come trips
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