Lyrics:
shit from New Orleans
Players and pimps that bit off fiends
Quick, switch with the hands, powder blue Wally's is dyed, vanilla bBally's is mean
Kid,
sleeping on a hill
I remember this
And I always will
There are new lovers now
on the same silent hill
Looking on the same blue sea
And I know you and I
are
sleeping on a hill
I remember this
And I always will
There are new lovers now
on the same silent hill
Looking on the same blue sea
And I know Tom
sleeping on a hill
I remember this
And I always will
There are new lovers now
on the same silent hill
Looking on the same blue sea
And I know Tom
sleeping on a hill
I remember this
And I always will
There are new lovers now
on the same silent hill
Looking on the same blue sea
And I know Tom
shit gave me chills
Flipping though hunnids got blue on my bills
Cash for the mansion we got in the hills
Money it's new I don't need no damn pension
Matthew, AJ
Frank Smart and Natasha
Give it up for the ones that's gone
Not forgotten
I'ma keep it going, they feel me stopping
Tony Robinson, Eric Hill, Mya
Crawford)
Say their names
(Michael Brown)
Say their names
(Ezell Ford)
Say their names
(Dante Parker)
Every day we dying in the streets
Tired of the crooked
How many brothers doing time
How many fathers not around
How many kids up in these streets
How many
Starving Nothing to eat
How many think I'm talking
Name's Jaguar I hunt vermin
Show up at your door like Richard Sherman
My mind is a burden
R.I.P to the GOAT Steve Irwin
Caught a bitch, shellder,
dapping up the whole bench
Yes
Yes
Don Julio take it straight to the chest
House on the hills nothing more nothing less
Verified bills counting blues like
off the hidden vine
Sand hills like sandstone of a stone mason from a distant land
Ema pop and ahki out top riding down out by the Kingstree
Cried
need a clue dawg? What you need a blue print?
Print me some paper don't print me on papers
Spreadin my business don't me no favors
Ya main by my side
So his family not weep
But the code blue beep
His life was stole for cheap
Now his ole lady can't eat
And his babies can't sleep
Designed by the elite
sleeping on a hill
I remember this
And I always will
There are new lovers now
on the same silent hill
Looking on the same blue sea
And I know Tom
They didn't feel the pimp hand of industry
Slap Little Richard & Chuck Berry;
Didn't feel the English rape
Of American Blues music from the
Stones,
born in freedom but he soon becomes a slave
I cages of convention from cradle to the grave
The weak fall by the wayside but strong will be saved
In
your Chevrolet
Before you go to war in the streets today
Please don't delay
It's all for you babe
I wear blue and white to see you
Purple hearts beating
ya shit got took, bet I kow who did it (true)
Told you I'm deep in the system (streets)
I keep a lot of lil shit confidential (shh)
Had to cut off
sleeping on a hill
I remember this
And I always will
There are new lovers now
on the same silent hill
Looking on the same blue sea
And I know Tom
with me I'm hot"
By now I could have sold some mills and
Showed that I was so for real
While your roster fucked around
Like Lauren Hill's
Let me stop, I
sleeping on a hill
I remember this
And I always will
There are new lovers now
on the same silent hill
Looking on the same blue sea
And I know Tom
as a kind of keeper
A mother to a child
But your boys have grown soft
And your girls have gone wild
From the Blue Ridge to the Black Hills
as a kind of keeper
A mother to a child
But your boys have grown soft
And your girls have gone wild
From the Blue Ridge to the Black Hills
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