Lyrics:
Nigga tell me why can I do wat mans can't do !
1st Verse Terry :
African boy abroad came to scam n fraud ( Scam )
My ghanian girls dont complain they
River
To the abandoned old prison down by Adrie Hill
Where the air smelled like snakes and we'd shoot with our pistols
But empty pop bottles was all we
to be that old man anymore!
A new life is born!!
I came to the river where all my sins and stains were washed away
I came to the place where I died with
came to know Mary
First time that someone looked beyond the rumors and the lies
And saw the man inside
We used to walk down by the river
She loved
Old Paul rounded up the river rats and the boom pokes
And started the drive, yelling tips from the book of snags
But as soon as the wood was wet they
the top! You're a Berlin ballad.
You're a baby grand of a lady and a gent.
You're an old dutch master, You're Mrs. Aster,
You're Pepsodent.
You're
the top! You're a Berlin ballad.
You're a baby grand of a lady and a gent.
You're an old dutch master, You're Mrs. Aster,
You're Pepsodent.
You're
the top! You're a Berlin ballad.
You're a baby grand of a lady and a gent.
You're an old dutch master, You're Mrs. Aster,
You're Pepsodent.
You're
the top! You're a Berlin ballad.
You're a baby grand of a lady and a gent.
You're an old dutch master, You're Mrs. Aster,
You're Pepsodent.
You're
the top! You're a Berlin ballad.
You're a baby grand of a lady and a gent.
You're an old dutch master, You're Mrs. Aster,
You're Pepsodent.
You're
the top! You're a Berlin ballad.
You're a baby grand of a lady and a gent.
You're an old dutch master, You're Mrs. Aster,
You're Pepsodent.
You're
away
I'm a lucky old man, I get to fish another day”
cll Red had was a sawmill shack
Had a red bone dog in the pen in the back
Shotgun hanging by
to the water wide
Goin' down to the river I'm gonna lay down with my guitar
Gonna sing with the children 'bout the way things really are
© 1971 Irving Music,
alla these op boys nervous
And man can’t talk bout riding
I was out there scoring points like Irving
I took young g onna ride
And he slap dem shot don’t
came to know Mary
First time that someone looked beyond the rumors and the lies
And saw the man inside
We used to walk down by the river
She loved
the top! You're a Berlin ballad.
You're a baby grand of a lady and a gent.
You're an old dutch master, You're Mrs. Aster,
You're Pepsodent.
You're
the top! You're a Berlin ballad.
You're a baby grand of a lady and a gent.
You're an old dutch master, You're Mrs. Aster,
You're Pepsodent.
You're
the top! You're a Berlin ballad.
You're a baby grand of a lady and a gent.
You're an old dutch master, You're Mrs. Aster,
You're Pepsodent.
You're
River
To the abandoned old prison down by Airdrie Hill
Where the air smelled like snakes and we'd shoot with our pistols
But empty pop bottles was all
River
To the abandoned old prison down by Airdrie Hill
Where the air smelled like snakes and we'd shoot with our pistols
But empty pop bottles was all
MISS THE OLD ME”
No yall could not live in my skin
I break the wall just like berlin
And they love to tell me that my dream a sin
Cuz on the mic I always
beside me
Ol' man river's not so shy
And he remembers Lorelei.
River, river have mercy
Take me down to the sea
For if I perish on these rocks
My
the top! You're a Berlin ballad.
You're a baby grand of a lady and a gent.
You're an old dutch master, You're Mrs. Aster,
You're Pepsodent.
You're
a spiral we got nothing left to lose
Nothing ever changes here and nothing here is new
I'm out surviving by the river with my arrows in my quiver
Bracing
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