Lyrics:
floosies (hey hey)
And that's how we do's it
Not the Biancas we choosing
Everybody lose it, listenin to our music
[Verse 2: Big Ben]
And they like, and they
down on my anger
Do your job, hold me down, be my anchor
Been around town with a gat, hit a stinker
Good tree, been around town smokin' flavor
Bad bitch,
How we livin' bro!
While you was doing Netflix and chill
I was doing Z flips and deals
I top my Lyca up by 20
Quid, I'm 22 I'm selling bricks
My hoody
undoubtably
Been tearing down your balcony
Like Eminem n em
Back when ben ten
Was on like season three
But this is just a seasoned me
Ain't what I want
It had
Ben just to case the scene
After all the cursin' had died down, he welcomed me back to my old home town
Years had gone by everything had changed, all
breaks
The cradle will fall
And down will come baby
Cradle and all
Maybe I'll live my whole life
Just getting by
Maybe I'll be discovered
Maybe
One, two, three, four
And the walls come crashing down
I'll always come back for more
Whenever I come around
One, two, three, four
And the walls come
Once a jolly swagman sat beside the billabong,
Under the shade of a coulibah tree,
And he sang as he sat and waited by the billabong,
You'll come
does
But you don't work here anymore
It's just a vacant 3 by 4
And they might fill your place
A temporary stand-in for your face
This happens
say them Tree Top niggas gon' ride tonight
They say them Grape Street niggas gon' ride tonight
They say them Bounty Hunter niggas gon' ride tonight
They
two or three are gathered
He said he'd meet us there
Iron against iron
Sharpened by the Father's hand
When one falls down the other
Is there to lift
and choked
The moss and vines run up and down the side
And three branches lie in the road
With us left to survive
But Papaw, won't you take me home
Down these
a winner
It's nineteen fifty-two or ‘three and he's singing ‘bout the workers
But the commie scare has shut him down and he's singing in small circles
He
bark up the wrong tree, yeah, that's that shit that get you chopped down
Just cause you forgot that shit you done, don't mean you opt out
Pop up
f***king gone whoa!
Sipping on a Guinness yeah now you know my business
Walking down the road yeah this is how we living
Smoking on that tree so much
And you're dancing around and around in the hall.
Well a little girl sits down by the Christmas tree lights,
To play the piano so you gotta keep quiet,
Chained to my desk by debt my ties a noose around my neck
Never slept anxiety and stress wrestle me to rest
I claim I'm blessed last bible verse I
days
Mufuckaz break that ounce down to seven eighths
Ok you high but like Trump you ain't make A change
Bitch I'm bout them Ben's fuck Jerry
Flippin funk
Brooklyn, land of robbers and Steelers
and drug dealers, that's more truck than eighteen wheelers
and last week this nigga named Ben, this drug Chief
from
everything there is to be shown
I followed her all the way home
I can't be too cool in a tree with my pants down
The air is cold and I've got splinters in
everything there is to be shown
I followed her all the way home
I can't be too cool in a tree with my pants down
The air is cold and I've got splinters in
all up in my lungs
Take ah next pull watch the grabba run down
From morning back to sun down
Ah me know
Ah me know
Everyday smoking the weed by
Everyday could be a movie
It was 3 am at a summer night time
Down by the creek laying by your side
Surrounded by some fireflies
Them lighting up
Life is like a tree
a..ha oh by..
Every time I call
Every time you fall
Go by
Goes by
And I swear it won't be the same baby
I will always
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