Lyrics:
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
Ay yo, this shit be off the knock it rock
Whatever cock block it
Cat get blown, who own this
Street corner
Foreigner hesitate to rock a Hummer
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
exploded, ordered by the guard
And sent that river flowin down the hills of west Bernard
I saw the water rising, rushing down the street
It covered all
needed the inside to come together out the blue
It took a whole lot of work to end up, so terribly unfinished, ugly, and yet, so beautiful
I know what
(Foreign)
Givin' hoes the blues they in they feelings (Hey)
Yeah let me talk my shit
Niggas don't want no smoke like a chimney in the summer time
I'm Ike Hill
a broom
Got the Father, Son and the Holy Spirit
Side by side we gurn keep on winning
Steady eddy no need to fidget
Ain't a crip but I need it Blue ou ou
I
away is the blue bird
Here to stay is a new bird
He songs a love song
As we go along
Walking in a winter wonderland
In the meadow we can build
reaching out
Over the great divide
It?s a long, long road
Stretching out ahead
Step by step, step by step
Over the great divide
On a dead end street
the street up
Ice Cube, nigga, you better D up
And when I come by bitch, you better be up
Ass up, face in the pillow
I don't give a fizzle
Got ta do my
come back through and tear the street up
Ice cube, nigga, you better D up
And when I come by, bitch, you better be up
Ass up, face in the pillow
I
never seen ice baby
Not vanilla, not a breeze on the hill
Will make a flame grab a chinchilla
Quite like the words I built up to
Fuck guppies, I see
never seen ice baby
Not vanilla, not a breeze on the hill
Will make a flame grab a chinchilla
Quite like the words I built up to
Fuck guppies, I see
señorita
WhatsApp only I'm overseas
I'm in Beverley Hills I might phone Genita
I came here to change the game
But as time went by the game made me change
the streets you know it rings bells
You know we got packs we're going to send by mail
Had to take this shit up a notch
They told me no, and I couldn't go stop
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 and I are
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like
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
There’s a place where all the lost things go
Over the hill, at the end of the road
Where we all wait, and gather alone
Can’t stop looking back
So
He's back on the street, one more time
And he's playing his game, without you in mind
He's on a one-way road away from your heart
Headed down hill
be hard to see the light through the dark times
Had to commit some petty crimes just to get by
Yeah, shawty fine, but I ain't trickin', so I won't buy
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 and I
Are a part
Hipgrave. Oh, Mac.
LATER
In the clear white circles of morning wonder,
I take my place with the lord of the hills.
And the blue-eyed soldiers stand slightly
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