Lyrics:
Bittersweet September and I'm missing you
And moved by northern trees
And the love we come from
Joan and George reminding me
Miles and miles
fuk'n love fags man
So... er.. so... so what fags you got man? What you smokin' then?
I got fukin', I got Marlboro lights man, they come, look, in
(all, all that glitters is not gold)
Ma, we here, we gon' cook this Sunday, okay? (And all gold is not reality)
So come by (real is what you lays on me)
Under the branches, con-vertibles fly by
The sky..
[Pharoahe Monch]
..blue, fields green
Paints a picture that creates a scene
of the destiny that
my love alive
(bridge)
I thought Sir George had possibilities
But his flirtations made me ill at ease
And when I'm ill at ease, I kill at ease
for it all down at the grand Ole Opry
You can go walkin' through the Hall of Fame
And one by one, remember the names
Willie Nelson, Jimmy Rodgers,
And twisted her shawl,
Uncovered a dusty old crystal ball.
I peered in despite myself.
Somewhere on some love seat, my husband was there,
Paying court
And twisted her shawl,
Uncovered a dusty old crystal ball.
I peered in despite myself.
Somewhere on some love seat, my husband was there,
Paying court
my love alive
I thought Sir George had possibilities
But his flirtations made me ill at ease
And when I'm ill at ease, I kill at ease
To keep my
day ones
The hustlers
The ballers
The real ones
I hope you know I got you
And you can trust
That we gon light the city up
Til they remember us
When my
die asleep
Ah!
Vomit drowning
All brought on by vodka downing
Gin & tonic now and
Mix it out with Lomza how in
The hell, do we ever think this ends well
the mythical land of Madame George and roses
It's the home of police who kill black boys on mopeds
And I love my boy and that's why I'm leaving
I don't want him
[Tammy Wynette - T.W.]
[George Jones - G.J]
[G.J.]
You always said someday you'd go to live
(In Southern California)
And me I'd stay right
[Tammy Wynette - T.W.]
[George Jones - G.J]
[G.J.]
You always said someday you'd go to live
(In Southern California)
And me I'd stay right
yo yo yo yo)
Yeah
Here's some food for thought
(you love to hear the story again and again)
[Chorus]
This is the shit that niggas die
weaker
everyday, day by day...
Must you leave me now?
My baby, won't you stay?
won't you stay?
Yeah, yeah, Oh, ooh
I remember
when you came into my life
I
free will it then by force
Break the bondage plot that course.
Remember.........
Message preach to all, you hear something
Doctrine for the soul, you
the mythical land of Madame George and roses
It's the home of police who kill black boys on mopeds
And I love my boy and that's why I'm leaving
I don't want him
the mythical land of Madame George and roses
It's the home of police who kill black boys on mopeds
And I love my boy and that's why I'm leaving
I don't want him
bought her an ice cream cone
All those years just disappear
As she remembers watching
The man at the counter who took her quarter
And saw George
of humanity
We claim that we love our people
Yet killing and dissing on the net the agenda
Don't you remember
When we were protesting and standing together?
come through
I bet the nigga get the money when it time to sell his shoe
I'm telling you, I ain't puttin' him down
'cause I love him to death but I
for me
Really
You won't die for me
Yeah I represent deep
Never could I
Love these streets
Imagine what all we seen
George
He just wanted to breathe
Life
"Remember what I told you
If you were of the world they would love you"
England's not the mythical land of Madame George and roses
It's the home of police
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