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Memphis in June
A shade veranda under Sunday blue sky
Memphis in June
And my cousin Miranda she's making a blueberry pie

I can see the clock
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Memphis in June
A shady veranda under a Sunday blue sky
Memphis in June
And cousin Amanda is making a blueberry pie

I can hear
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Memphis in June
A shady veranda under a Sunday blue sky
Memphis in June
And cousin Amanda is making a blueberry pie

I can hear
blues
What's behind those baby blues right now
How far did you go deep down inside
Follow you heart don't live a lie
Life will pass you by in the blink
Memphis in June
A shady veranda under a Sunday blue sky
Memphis in June
And cousin Amanda's makin' a rhubarb pie
I can hear the clock inside
When I woke up this mornin' I felt a pang 
I was hungerin' for some apple pie 
Stumble in the bathroom, hung my hog a little bit 
Washed the sleep
When I woke up this mornin' I felt a pang.
I was hungerin' for some apple pie.
Stumble in the bathroom, hung my hog a little bit.
Washed the sleep
When I woke up this mornin' I felt a pang
I was hungerin' for some apple pie
Stumble in the bathroom, hung my hog a little bit
Washed the sleep
I was walking down the street
In my blue jeans and my bare feet
I saw old Mrs. Mayo in her garden so high

She got her prize azaleas
And her big ole
her time in her old man's bathroom
She lures the old man to his doom
He was ambushed by the shaving cream
Or a helping of strawberry pie
Served up
In Scarlet Town, where I was born
There's ivy leaf and silver thorn
The streets have names that you can't pronounce
Gold is down to a quarter
High rise, veins of the avenue
Bright eyes and subtle variations of blue
Everywhere is balanced there like a rainbow above you

Street lights glisten
Through mostly vacant streets
A baker from the outskirts of his town
Earned his living peddling sweets 
From a ragged cart he dragged around
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We live in the city we live in the jungle
It's time to be drinking a thimble humble
Everything you ever see is never more than you and me
Give
live in the city we live in the jungle
It's time to be drinking a thimble humble
Everything you ever see is never more than you and me
Give it on in
Almost all of my life every day and every night
The only thing that I could think of
Was doing all I could do to find me a true blue
A foxy little
By 18 the hard way
Now have a humble nigga thinkin' 'bout gun play
Now who the fuck want to play with guns
A lotta hoes a lotta blood dog
That shit
thai
I dropped out of Kooley High, gassed up by a coke head cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck who's the liver
My man put the battery in my back,
Down at the corner store
Never busy any more
He's in the back room talking pie
In there all by himself
Counting bugs up on the shelf
Watching
homeboys
Faked out fake hugs leave me alone boy
Plus the candy lookin' good enough to eat
You can tell by the way the girls actin' cross the street
But
By 18 the hard way
Now have a humble nigga thinkin' 'bout gun play
Now who the fuck want to play with guns
A lotta hoes a lotta blood dog
That shit
woolie thai 
I dropped out of Kooley High, gassed up by a coke head cutie pie 
Jungle survivor, fuck who's the liver 
My man put the battery in my back,
Down at the corner store
Never busy any more
He's in the back room talking pie
In there all by himself
Counting bugs up on the shelf
Watching
Modern-day segregation, in these streets we roam
Heart-breakin', to see my brother die by the face of the chrome
My ace be leasin' up-state, doin' seven
Aye Yo, this shit be off the knock it rock
Whatever cock block it
Cat get blown, who own this
Street corner, 
Foreigner hesitate to rock a Hummer