Lyrics:
down
(It's true they've been for centuries,
walking by it and saying, you know,
London Bridge really is falling down, poor thing,
it just fell down in
Where dips the rocky highland
Of Slueth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsey water rats;
There we've
Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on Ezekiel 22:30, 1 Timothy 2:1, James 5:16
There's no feeling
Like when you have a friend in need
Their heart
Where dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water-rats
There we've hid
Where dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water-rats
There we’ve hid
then some of youse might of known
I was never into bitches but I LYCA phone
One of the nicest bros
Not into knifing bros over 9s nd o's
I'd Rather fly
cost a couple of bob
About a buried treasure
Back home in Ballydehob
Well, I gave him all the bucks I had
And he took me by the hand
I know you love
over the mat
He lies, but only when there's a reason
Mentions life by the tragedy, the comedy, the season
Poor at handling and managing income
Got enough
in Jordans with reflector tongues
Two kids with wet cement living down in their souls
They say what gets caught when you're young
Stays there when
gray clouds
Have decided to stay with us from now on
In cities all over the world
All the people are suddenly struck
By the same idea
They're
when I catch your ass home alone
Hunt you down in your mansion kill you right there by the phone
I'm in my zone where I roam your policies out dated
with me
My vision so blurry, can barely see
I stopped by Dopeboy, got that OG Lenny
I pour that shit up, drink it with the dirty
This shit got me
makes em crazy, it keeps me lazy
When back in 94 as bruce steel had his gate up
He called me over to his house and he poured me a 8 up
I asked him
I like my music playing loud on the highway
Pedal down get on over your in my lane
Didn't make it this far listening to what you say
So I’m living
Over 45 with a 45, getting dinero
Keep laughing and get killed by a weirdo
Lecxs welcome to wars son bring it to me
Banging MC’s like an MPC
How ya gone
any way that he can
Like makin me think that I'm the man
By puttin a glock in my hand or a beer can
Then I be hearin these voices sayin sip it
But I
there now for the world?
The smell of smoke hanging thick over funland
As the older toys are pushed down a ramp
The microchip master race are melting
all over the place like Dishes in a hoarders kitchen
See There's a lot of distance between Heaven and the moon
Just bare with me Ill be back with
the graveyard, Annie Annie Annie I over
All these things should be going on
While uncle Bob is out firing up the grill and aunty Sue cleans up the patio
Cass passing that duffle
See nigga's crossing over there yeah they in trouble
We bout to stunt
I got the Aventador out in the front
You know I keep it
At times I feel like slashing in Jamaican Queens fashion
You think you can fuck around, but kid you're just thinking
It's over when I'm sober, imagine
ninety-nine cereals, I ate every one
That story is over - "but my rhyme ain't done!"
[Cage]
I met this kid named Bob Skarm(?), he had a farm
His pops got shot
off with a gun in the field
And you know that he is aiming to kill
I've been through the clefts of the cliffs
A steep hill right there over the seas
According to a recent tweet by Iggy Azalea
"Diss songs shouldn't be filled with
Celebrity name drops to pad out lazy bars"
I beg to differ
Rihanna
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