Search results for not even the trees by hootie the blowfish

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Albums:

Hootie & the Blowfish (Hootie & the Blowfish) · Rhino Hi-Five: Hootie & the Blowfish (Hootie & the Blowfish) · Hootie & the Blowfish (Hootie & the Blowfish) · The Best of Hootie & the Blowfish (1993 Thru 2003) (Hootie & the Blowfish) · Even Bigger, Even Better Power Ballads, Vol. 3 (Nina Simone) · The Best of Jay "Hootie" McShann: Confessin' the Blues (Jay McShann) · Hootie's Jumpin' Blues (Jay McShann) · Hootie Mack (Bell Biv DeVoe) · Hootie Mack (Bell Biv DeVoe) · Hootie's K.C. Blues (Jay McShann) – and 90 other albums »


explosives, your chance is hopeless
We have your head poppin' up like the blowfish
I'm not talkin' Hootie, nigga pass the zootie
I could bag the cootie,
did
Click
No, it couldn't be me. Not me

Hootie Hoo
Tight like hallways, smoked out always(Hootie Hoo)
Yeah, Hootie Hoo
Big Boi on the left, Andre's
like (??) check it
I want to sell like Hootie and the Blowfish
My goatee got shorties sayin that I look like Will Smith
With cuter lips huh, my clip
part two be planned by you not fake (why?) 
Cause your baby you'll start to hate (cry) 
Like if you can't afford a sausage 
You on edge, baby cries,
specialize in misconstruing
We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doing?
Fooling our self, clowning our self, playing our self
By not being our
focused
Lost in the jungle, this animal's ferious
My hyponosis, count my nets and my brouses
Sell a bunch of records, like Hootie and tha Blowfish
After I
The resident evil specialize in misconstruing 
We want to be at a presidential level what are we doing? 
Foolin ourself clownin ourself playin ourself 
By not
No more walks in the wood
The trees have all been cut down
And where once they stood
Not even a wagon rut appears along the path
Low brush is
Don't walk out there with your hand open
Good things come to those who wait
She don't even care about who she is
She don't care about nothing
tryin' to fight me,
Pigs often site me, that's not polite G,
And any hour of the day ya know I might be,
Harassed by a pig real fast,
They want
tryin' to fight me,
Pigs often site me, that's not polite G,
And any hour of the day ya know I might be,
Harassed by a pig real fast,
They want
Southern nights
Have you ever felt a southern night?
Free as a breeze
Not to mention the trees

Whistling tunes that you know and love so.
Listen, hear the cars come, pass
They don't even see me flying by so fast
They're moving, going who knows where
Only thing I know is I am not going there
to go
Now listen,
Hear the cars go past,
They don't even see me,
Flying by so fast,
Moving,
Going who knows where,
Only thing I know is,
I'm not
power over the Alder

Our language of love
The Battle of Trees
We fought side by side
Then he said to me:
"I've dodged bullets and even poisoned
flowers grow
Watching birds chasing bees
Little boys scraping knees
Even my tears have all dried
Can I sit by your side?

[Chorus]
Don't
Honey, honey up in the trees 
Fields of flowers deep in his dreams 
Lead them out to sea by the east 
Honey, honey food for the bees 

Honey,
flowers grow
Watching birds chasing bees
Little boys scraping knees
Even my tears have all dried
Can I sit by your side?

[Chorus]
Don't
went by
Twenty years went by

The wilderness of these streets
The neon trees shine their lights down on me.
Years of defeat.
Years of defeat.
Standing in a forest gazing at the sun
Looking at the trees but there's not even one
See a rippling stream that smiles and then goes by
Run
Southern nights
Have you ever felt a southern night?
Free as a breeze
Not to mention the trees
Whistling tunes that you know and love so

Southern
asleep, when I hit 'em with the snake
Put that venom up in 'em until I leave 'em with the shakes
On display, she's a model but she only model shoes
Not
Southern nights
have you ever felt a southern night?
Free as a breeze
not to mention the trees
Whistling tunes that you know and love so.
the radio

Try to understand
I couldn't hold your hand
I couldn't even hold a gun
Surely we could find
A reason or a sign
That everything's not gone for good
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't