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My shoes filled up with sand
Barefoot running in a market
Seeing you by chance
We became a century old
As we began to dance
Old houses
Empty fields
Just hit Twenty Years Old, I've been married for a year and five
Months and we'll grow old, I'm just not the type to waste my time
And yeah this
Hi
I'm Peter
So Peter
Fuck sake
What would you like to be when you grow up
I want to be a rapper one day
I watched a pretty cool movie the other day
This Old House
Wyatt Easterling
August 26th, 2018
This old house is where my story first begins
I got the word that progress was closing in
There's
a lovely bride
They said you were going places
But me I just went for a ride
Down by the old school
I got married to a sweet young girl
And kept
Of Crimsin Cloth
This is the house
With luxury on deck
Big old jewels
On the side of your neck
Leather on feet
Wrist on flex
Now you step out
And you know
The good old days
And you guys need to appreciate your good old days
Because Zimbabweans, we didn't; you guys know
We didn't appreciate our good old
The city with more green than a salad bowl
In the city where the barrels roll
And my old girls looked like Bratz dolls
And my new girl looks like a true
the shelves
Dear Peter
Though that's hard to prove in beakers
Studies have shown most poltergeist scenes
Are cruel jokes played by teens
There is no such
I know where I'm going
When I'm done here on this earth
God's building me a mansion
Where none of us will hurt
I'll see ol' St. Peter
Swing wide
I spent the last six years like hoffman in a swimming pool,
And I've been lost at sea inside a house off driftwood avenue, and I
I made a mess out
nigga vibes
What your hoe bout
(What your hoe bout)
Diamonds on this nigga
Light the whole house
(Light the whole house)
Every time I show up
Imma I
day and night
Humpty Dumpty had his own little wall
He just leaned a little far to the right (how 'bout that?)
There was an old lady who lived in
(yes)
Bring it on down to my house honey, ain't nobody home but me
Bring it on down to my house honey, I need your company
Say old man, can ya play
it by now, if you were still around
Cause it ain’t worth the work we put in it
But it’s still sittin’ in mama’s house
And every once in a while, I
occupation
Feeling the sentiment of a lower echelon
On a daily occasion
That great god damned gilded age is gone
Dr. Peter is gone
Now when I'm done work I
stones and this Glass house looking real extra it might turn me into a somebody
But lately I Anitleaving my apartment I'm asdicted to my hobby
I try to not
Shut your fat face
I gotta blurt it in a verse because the
Twerps is throwing dirt up on my name
It's Peter Sparker, known to grip it
Quick to skip
I'll come
Bro, thank you
Yeah, may not have a Lamborghini
But my grandma made us some linguini
Got a house from the 80s
With an old Mercedes
Come inside
albino
You fucked little kids pedo Michael
40 years old, 10 years old
Disowned by his own family for
Touching 3 year old
Boys robbed McCartney of his
with me
I got an old car we drove to the edge of town
We stopped by old man Millers' farm
Just to watch the world spin around
And she moves
and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the cane-brake by an old mama lion
Can't no a high-tone woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons
the house where I was raised
And he did it all because he was taught the old ways
By the time my daddy started
Passing down these tools to me
They were
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
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