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see you niggas
Get up on my level
Get up on my level
Love don't live here anymore
I can't see you niggas
Get up on my level
Get up on my level
Love
This is the story of a young girl
Who was the hippest chick in town.
They call her Big Noise from Winettka.
Miss Birdie's sure to get around.
Big
This is the story of a young girl
Who was the hippest chick in town.
They call her Big Noise from Winettka.
Miss Birdie's sure to get around.
Big
In her own sweet world
Populated by dolls and clowns
And a prince and a big purple bear

Lives my favorite girl,
Unaware of the worried frowns
In her own sweet world
Populated by dolls and clowns
And a prince and a big purple bear

Lives my favorite girl
Unaware of the worried frowns
That we
day
Keeps me up a level
All work and no play
Keeps me on the new shit, yeah

All work and no play
Let me count the bruises
All business all day
(chase paper, get it)
I'm little but I’m coming for the title, held by everyone who’s up

All work and no play
Never made me lose it
All business all day
In her own sweet world
Populated by dolls and clowns
And a prince and a big purple bear

Lives my favorite girl,
Unaware of the worried frowns
This is the story of a young girl
Who was the hippest chick in town.
They call her Big Noise from Winettka.
Miss Birdie's sure to get around.
Big
stay a little longer

Can't go home if you're going by the mill
'Cause the bridge washed out at the bottom of the hill
Big creek's up, and the big
In her own sweet world
Populated by dolls and clowns
And a prince and a big purple bear

Lives my favorite girl,
Unaware of the worried frowns
In her own sweet world
Populated by dolls and clowns
And a prince and a big purple bear

Lives my favorite girl,
Unaware of the worried frowns
to make brothers lick her, below the belt
Takin trips to Virginia with a key at a time
Makin 42 G's at a drop of a dime
Now she's thick but what about
stay a little longer

Can't go home if you're going by the mill
'Cause the bridge washed out at the bottom of the hill
Big creek's up, and the big
This is the story of a young girl
Who was the hippest chick in town.
They call her Big Noise from Winettka.
Miss Birdie's sure to get around.
Big
on the piano
Good mornin' Joe

Can't go home if you're goin' by the mill
'Cause the bridge washed out at the bottom of the hill
The big creek's up
and never smiles again

Adam lives in a big town 
he loves his job
his car and his life-style 
but most of all he loves his wife
her endless energy
Mirror
A brief glance at the sun
She's walking by the seaside
Kicking the shells for fun
She spends her days with kinfolk
Understatements in the sun
She
She's got an eighty-three two eighty z, just twenty three
Lives on 42nd street, Paris, Tennessee
Exactly nine hundred twenty four feet from her
live?

My mind is infested, with sick thoughts that circle
Like a Lexus, if driven wrong it's sure to hurt you
Dual level like duplexes, in unity, my crew
like a fool I destroyed all she's stood for
I made a woman of the world from my simply country girl
[ steel ]
Her big day was Sunday School she lived by
a groupie hang by, buttered up 

I ain't getting with you, yo' love her in her gut 

That's the reason why you can't even bubble up (Come on) 

You get
cry like you
I get sick, I could die like you

I used to hate my broke days with a passion
Now when I get big money I stash some
See a watch I
on June

I went off in '42 to fight those boys and pay my dues
Her wallet picture kept my spirits high
Charley boy died in my arms, he saw Jesus, I saw
Glory days, well, they'll pass you by
Glory days, in the wink of a young girl's eye
Glory days, glory days

Well there's a girl that lives up