Lyrics:
peter pan
Lost boy wild I'm never getting older I don't have time
Neverland Neverland flying high on the green peter pan
Lost boy wild I'm never getting
As your dad, I'm proud you finally learned how To rap
The battle's over though, everyone knows that I smoked your ass
Bubba, Blake Adams, Rainguap,
commotion
Something sounded wrong
His inner spirit was saying
That he couldn't stand here long
He staggered to the quarterdeck
No time now to sleep
here's the song
cbout Peters Pond
cnd the campground
clong its shores
c simple slice
Of paradise
That once was theirs
For now is yours
Land changed hands
I think I done lost this shit
Heart pound like a bunch of bricks
Remember those times we was off our shit
Back then it was too legit
Still cant say
hear about
Wordsworth and Coleridge, baby?
Did you ever hear about Wordsworth and Coleridge?
They were smokin' up in Kendal
By the lakeside
Can you
the talk,
you know you really eased my mind.
I was troubled by the shapes
of things to come.
Peter
Well, if you had my
outlook your feelings would be
numb,
Harry
Peter had no time to answer as a rope like object shot out of his arm
Harry was in "The Lunitic"'s lab
"You can't build a time machine out of Lego's
[Intro: Peter Gunz ]
Niggas sick shit
[Lord Tariq:]
Now whatchu want to do type of niggas
[Peter Gunz: ]
They don't know
what's with you fox
Can't you take me to your box
I came here to see your meter
They call me Peter the meter reader"
By the time he found my meter it
the crowd, you will see a mosh
Do my ting like Marley and Peter Tosh
It's Eskiboy in your speakerbox
I've achieved tings I was dreamin' of
Step
and tagged up the rocks
All those times Patty's car got searched by the cops
Those days at TAFE, Wendell said "paint the cave!"
If that house could talk
seem hungry 'cause
they haven't got the time
Terry
Thank you for the talk,
you know you really eased my mind
I was troubled by the shapes
of things
Simon Peter had not said much these last days
And that was odd
Soon he got restless
And decided to go fishing like the old days
At dawn, on the word
I'm a lost boy in nevaland
Go ahead and call me peter pan
I'm never, never, never growing up again
Stuck in neverland
I'm a lost boy in nevaland
Go
[featuring Lord Tariq and Peter Gunz]
I told you, if Jermaine likes it [giggles], then I like it
Don't leave, don't don't leave [8x]
This So So Def
the block
I was groomed by the block
Had my hand in the pot
Started getting the guop
Nigga like me straight from the gutter
Repping Blake Ave and Sutter
(Blake)
Silver Spring my town (my town)
Used to bag 'em up and play 'em
Montgomery College, I was there
Dropped out after one semester
Grades were
hit her tell her ride by
No clothes, she just come and go like a drive by
I ain't lyin'
I ain't know that that was yo ol' lady, no
Fuck and dive,
muh'fucker at
Everywhere we have on repeat
The jailhouse, Saint Peter, right street
Part of there where dude by the Duvall
Man the fuck up, perservere
I’m coming back Girl you got me bent
Now I’m on my own and I’m doing really great
Then I seen you walk by Knowing that it was to late
Thought it was
I hope will represent you
Maybe make you feel heard, warm like fur
The globe might turn by the time that I've learned
But still, I'm making these
by the name of Rihanna with me
Straight from Barbados, give 'em that flavor baby girl
Let's go
You were there for me when I needed you when my
by the name of Rihanna with me
Straight from Barbados, give 'em that flavor baby girl
Let's go
You were there for me when I needed you when my
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