Lyrics:
There's a red house yonder
Just over the hill
With my name carved into the window sill
I think I'm gonna burn it down
Yeah, I think I'm gonna burn it
return to the old mention on the distant hills,
in my forlorn landscape of Mosa Mumu,
the horny flames will rise again and again...
Followed by
never fight over you
Near a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where a old man of Aran
Goes around an around
And his mind is
fight over you
Near a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of aran
Goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon
In
on Sunday, Bloody Sunday
(What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gun play
(New York city y'all) Police are at the door
the Magnum was by
The villages go by like trees
The rivers and the hills
The forest and the streams
Children gaze open mouth
Taken by surprise
Nobody down below believes
like dreams
The rivers and the hills
The forests and the streams
Children gaze open-mouthed
Taken by surprise
Nobody down below
Believes their
As I walked along
The supposed golden path
I was confronted
By a mysterious specter
he pointed to the graveyard
over on yonder hill
I paused
numbers involved,
AK47s, Singing win or by sum or you fall?
I dealt with brawls, and those willing to sell they soul,
Over cars and clothes, man am
the air
It's falling like water, coming down from the hills.
Go West young man
Earn a dollar a day just like your family said.
You're rolling your
love the life I live
[Chorus:]
I may lay a hundred on a bet this time
Tomorrow night can't cover your dime
Next week I could be over the hill
I'm
trips somewhere on high hills
Tits sittin' high, rollin' zips gettin' high man err'thang high
High, high, high, high, high, high
Err'thang high, high,
what it is
Scared for your own kids
How these ghetto niggas taken over showbiz
They gives us guns and drugs
Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs
(You
a gentle hand still leads me onward
And helps me find the way
As I climb each hill and cross each valley
By His hand I'm daily lead
But I won't look back
Everyone was there to meet me, comin' down the hill
Newspapermen eating candy
Had to be held back by big police
Someday, everything is going to be
real?
We sold dope to get meals while white folk in Smithfield
Fuck Israel, it's Kill Hills, spilt pills for my bill
Write wills for my seeds, to live
real?
We sold dope to get meals while white folk in Smithfield
Fuck Israel, it's Kill Hills, spilt pills for my bill
Write wills for my seeds, to live
to the music
When the wind is strummin' a sagebrush guitar
When over yonder hill the moon is climbin'
It always finds me wishin' on a star
Well what a ya
this thunderous life
When we're not side by side
I'm roaming through the hills
All alone
I'm trying to find my direction home
A question of space
this thunderous life
When we're not side by side
I'm roaming through the hills
All alone
I'm trying to find my direction home
A question of space
of the side.
Feel the tension. Man! What a ride!
I said, "Look out, boys, I've got a license to fly!"
And that Caddy pulled over and let us by.
Now all
to the front of the line
We're gonna stay by
[Chorus 1]
This one's for North Carolina! C'mon and raise up
Take your shirt off, and twist is 'round yo hand
Spin
over on the road they watching me
As they walk passed all the chicks are jockin me
Ferrari truck on the side of the road
Raspberry paint gloss sitting
over on the road they watching me
As they walk passed all the chicks are jockin' me
Ferrari truck on the side of the road
Raspberry paint gloss
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