Lyrics:
'Way up in the snow
Where the scrub oaks grow
And the coneys and the picas play
Where the marmots abound
All a-diggin' in the ground
Lightning spoke to the wind, "The devil's in me today, my friend
Do you see that old oak tree down yonder?
Blow like hell and bring down thunder
There's two trees in Becky Hill's front yard,
One big, and one small
That big oak's been there for ages
And they planted that willow last fall
He
to me then?
Under the oak trees and the leaves withering
Do you remember what you said to me then?
Under the oak trees and the leaves withering
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
You my oak tree, you my misbelieve
You my collard green, you the song I sing
You the front
'Way up in the snow
Where the scrub oaks grow
And the coneys and the picas play
Where the marmots abound
All a-diggin' in the ground
against her,
but she said she could still do it alone.
and i saw for all of us, she spoke:
"wont you stand up for the hearts of oak?"
i was listening
a fire in that old Oak Tree.
I remember, I remember, I remember everything.
Well, I'm the one who lit that fire in that old Oak Tree -
I'm the one
The way I feel is like a robin
Whose babes have flown to come no more
Like a tall oak tree, alone and cryin'
When the birds have flown
the stop sign at Oak Street
The same thought crosses my mind
Should I turn right like I always have,
Or left and leave it behind?
Right or left at Oak
Laying torn up on the floor
And God only knows he never meant to do her wrong
A careless weekend on the other side of town
Has torn the King of Oak
beau
And you wrote on my slate, "I love you, Joe"
When we were a couple of kids
'Member the hill, Nellie Darling
And the oak tree that grew
Well, it don't scare me none,
I've been there before,
Sideswiped an old Oak tree
In a rusted-out old Ford.
Shot at guys who were shootin' back
The way I feel is like a robin
Whose babes have flown to come no more
Like a tall oak tree, alone and cryin'
When the birds have flown
hey...hahaha
{Hey big spender!}
[Chorus:]
[Jay-Z:]
{Hey big spender!} That's what them hoes say
{Hey!} Ho pouring rose-ay
{Hey!} Rose gold, royal oak, automart,
to socialize
As the moon climbs high o'er the dead oak tree
Spooks arrive for the midnight spree
Creepy creeps with eerie eyes
Start to shriek
Laying torn up on the floor
And God only knows he never meant to do her wrong
A careless weekend on the other side of town
Has torn the King of Oak
dandelion centerpiece
Well I'm four strong legs and a coat of mahogany
Pretty good for an old oak tree
I got memories and coffee rings
Crayola crayon
cause I'm just jammin with us three
Feelin the good vibes, let the music just be free
No way to describe this bumpy oak guarantee
Cause our foots are
the old oak
Where the limbs broke
We’ll climb our way out
It’s not a case of just feeling so empty
Under the constant of social absurdity
Turning back time
One night
Walking alone
Going back to the place where I belong
Then I saw you
Standing there on my favorite pplace
Underneath the big oak tree
I
to be
The name tattooed on that damn oak tree (Damn oak tree)
Thought we were meant for each other
But summer, was just a dream
If I wasn't enough back
somethin year old angel oak tree
Cause under it’s leaves, it’s probably seen
The good, bad, ugly, everything in between
Better or for worse
At our best
Skarbie dziś chodź pokażę ci nieznany ląd
Przywitam cię w centrum jak oak
Chodź ludzi sto tysiąc milion ozdabiasz mój bok
Tak jak drogie ciuchy
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