Lyrics:
sweets under the table
Where the teacher couldn't see
Although she wouldn't remember me now
Sometimes I wonder where she can be
I can remember
the summer, silk in the winter
This is such an art, where do I begin uh..
Used to sing tenor, in the church choir
Really I was flexin', but the girls they
of noises
Hard to get the courage to raise
Voices and make good choices
But I'm tired of your "another day"
It's not too late to begin (wow oh oh)
I heard
So tell me, where am I supposed to begin from elsee?
Should I start from when I first saw you?
When you dismissed me in the beginning
Or Shrugged me
Sometime in the summer of '96
I was off on a road trip
A couple hundred bucks and a case of beer
Outside Panama City limits is where it all begins
Lights are calling me home, no matter where we roam
Lights are, I'm in the city of blinding lights
But there's no place like home, my home is where
there a place where I belong?
So far, so long, so far away
So far, so wrong, so far away, away, away
Someday, when my life has passed me by
I'll
there a place where I belong?
So far, so long, so far away
So far, so wrong, so far away, away, away
Someday, when my life has passed me by
I'll
on the precipice of
What could be and what could have been while puttin in hours on this treadmill incline
Incentivized by where I was in 2016 when money was freedom
to myself every brutal attack
The only problem is I feel that I move too fast
Stressin' over how long my youth will last
Now I miss them simple days where I
I'm the evil brother of Gabriel
I was cast into the darkness by Raphael
I was known to Jacob as Azazel
When I fed upon the sins of Israel
Hiding in
blue
Written by Grant Campbell
Where I've remained for years
The great blue, you will mend
For the riddles have an end
Can you hear me now?
My cries buried deep below
And yet I'm still
the missing day
Where the winners and the losers feel the same
Who knows what tomorrow brings
Hear the lonesome whipperwill
He sounds too blue to fly
Where the tribe reside on that Westside
This ain't Bed-Stuy, but it's like "Do or Die"
Contemplatin' suicide to ride by
homicides, and then it's ova...
pull up to the club
Jumping out of the Jag
24's still spinning with a dealership tag
Brand New
Bright leather guts and pearl blue
These hoes they
As we proceed
To give you what you need
As we desire to take you higher
With the fire that you require
Let the games begin
They try take man for
Where to begin
My shit-eating grin
Your soft olive skin
My jaw and your limbs
Call it a sin
Where we have been
Soft olive skin
Soft olive skin
I
Hey there, Dad, wondering how you've been
I just got home from a long weekend
Thinking about my time with you, but where Do I begin
Well, the river
Trips to the island, private planes, lanes forget the mileage
Trips to the island, where you want to go pick the pilot
Overseas, over trees, you can
Out of range, never running out of game
Lotta chains, came with a lot of pain
Not a day goes by I ain't got a jay
Spending change, where that
[Verse 1: Andre 3000]
Leather in the summer, silk in the winter
This is such an art, where do I begin uh..
Used to sing tenor, in the church choir
[Verse 1: Andre 3000]
Leather in the summer, silk in the winter
This is such an art, where do I begin uh..
Used to sing tenor, in the church choir
the summer, silk in the winter
This is such an art, where do I begin uh..
Used to sing tenor, in the church choir
Really I was flexin', but the girls they
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