Lyrics:
the broken thread from flexibility
Mi chiamo 3D si sono Inglese
No sunshine in my life because the way I deal is hazy
And everyday's a daisy 'cause I'm
the sun go down on Galway Bay.
Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream,
The women in the meadow making hay,
Just to sit beside the turf fire
to the land, of unfree man,
To move about and catch trout, by the dozens?
Even had my cousin locked down, at the feet shackled;
A one-way seat,
villains
I get in my feelings to make sure
I can cook up my own recipe
You can tell I'm winning
Just by my accessories
Last time I checked
I been living life
the sun go down on Galway Bay.
Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream,
The women in the meadows making hay
And to sit beside a turf fire in
found you in pain
Broken man
Waiting to be fixed by me
Waiting for my healing
Are you my dream man?
Your hair, long to make me touch it
Those eyes,
Niggas want that old mob shit back
(Take it back to that old school Federal way, man. Understand.)
For all my mob music monsters
(In a major way
he had a fish on
A big ole rainbow trout
The fight went on forever
And as he headed down my way, I saw his
Military hair cut and the new scars
about it is
My Daddy's Daddy died in vain
He Spent his whole adult life
Really looking after mine
But we dying anyway
Ain't no way to stop
All this crying
I was driving on the freeway in the fast lane
With a rabid wolverine in my underwear
When suddenly a guy behind me in the back seat
Popped
about
I've been heavy hittin with the Angels, I feel like Mike Trout
Rain, rain, go away
Come again another day
In god I put my faith
He will wash away
to get my shit out the mud, I wouldn't
change a thing
When life throw you obstacles, fuck it, you gotta make a way
Not everyone is built for the circle,
Well, it's time for my vacation
It's time for me to have some fun
Yes, it's time for my vacation
I wanna lay out in the sun way down in Florida
bunches
All the homies carry nines I carry rhymes in sucker punches
What? Tootsie, my knees don't bend
Just like that actor Hoffman I be Dustin off
no frontin'
Choices need to be made on the 7th
A catch 22 in my midst, 'cause either way I'm fucked
Go to trial where I'll probably lose, or take my
talk to me and my mind go blank
Slit your throat, leave your body in a tank
Also by the way by tank I do mean barrel
I'm tryna smash Mr White's neighbor
and drown in a tsunami I've tuned out gossip about a thotty
I don't care about her problems or her bodies I'm keeping morals that's my philosophy
Never put
will ever change the way I think when I write these tracks
People see obstacles in the way but they just giving up
They rather let go they, rather stay
brought me to the land, of unfree man
To move about and catch trout, by the dozens
Even had my cousin locked down, at the feet shackled
A one-way seat,
See in this world there's two kinds of people my friend
Loaded guns
You dig it
You dig it
My daddy made that beat, Kuntry boy beats
Way back there in
doing backflips
When I saw shorty out the side of my eye Almost forgot my words when they walked on by
Yeah, I've been infatuated, tons up in my past
But
to say
So many thoughts in my head without the eloquence to convey
A picture painted with washed out color
I excel at judging my own book by its cover
This
sometimes find
That Sun City is in the mind
I was just watching the TV the other night
The should appear but you know
Walter Cronkite said the Blues
And it
sitting here finally by my own
Try to live in the moment before its dead and gone
You get the keys and share a story told
Asking, "can we share this
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