Lyrics:
While the whole kaboodle commences
On the other side of the tracks
So I'm off and running over the rail
I'm going gunning after the quail
Off and running
for Christmas
To buy me some Christmas food
Quail's eggs by the dozen
Your least favourite reindeer's hoofs
Your grandpa's in the oven
An old guy's
Can you dig up a diglet?
The world's plumpest quail no need to step on a scale
Thunderous tippy taps in my driveway ring like hail
A garbage pail kid
means business
And business means money
And money means time but old people is poor
Is it okay if I'm baffed?
They saw slavery acts and two world wars
Now
quickly came concluding that the queen of quails is quitting
And I quote "The quails will be free!"
Dogs don't need a purpose
And quails don't need
with no bail
Can't run far in this finite world lil homie guess who going to jail
Wanna argue with me you not a peasant end of the day you a sorry quail
bark or well then as innuyasha as it to me never could be a whole man to the old world seem part demon never He-man even tho i have alot of of power
in my head
That amplifies my doubt
But if I couldn't get those
Then I know I'd wish for sure
For a world in which we never met
Since it's me you ignore
and he brought me a quail
With all these vaporizers taking my tobacco sale, oh well
My price of food is a shotgun shell
Yeah the only girl I love is my
Old friend you love to tell me stories
Of how you want to change your world
Of plans to rise to higher glories
Of targets reached and tables turned
A torn off ear in every garden
Where girls like me exist in constant fear of being poisoned by the old lady upstairs
Beyond my busybody vision pale window
concentric
spheres. They give no evidence they've
heard. HE attaches importance to the
actual world there, so there is something in the music.
She were child
flavor you happen see
I live in the shade of a forest of green
In the wildest of woodlands that you've ever seen
There's rabbits and quail and tender
When the Sun comes back
And the first quail calls
Follow the drinking gourd,
For the old man is a-waiting for to carry you to freedom
If you
When the Sun comes back
And the first quail calls
Follow the drinking gourd,
For the old man is a-waiting for to carry you to freedom
If you
To a friend
While the brush
Dancing lithe
In its clutch
Can't pretend
That it wants
To grow old
In the shade
Of the painter's
Palm
But it does anyways
But it
To a friend
While the brush
Dancing lithe
In its clutch
Can't pretend
That it wants
To grow old
In the shade
Of the painter's
Palm
But it does anyways
But It
To a friend
While the brush
Dancing lithe
In its clutch
Can't pretend
That it wants
To grow old
In the shade
Of the painter's
Palm
But it does anyways
But it
with the lands that are right down,
smoke a weeds. If a wound with a lights out,
I doubt now cold-blooded as a spill into darkness,
old school,
When the Sun comes back
And the first quail calls
Follow the drinking gourd,
For the old man is a-waiting for to carry you to freedom
If you
yeah you know the brail (ayy)
Feds put the dogs on it, smell it like it's quail (ooh)
Blowin' money fast, yeah I lived to tell the tale (Tale)
They
When the Sun comes back
And the first quail calls
Follow the drinking gourd,
For the old man is a-waiting for to carry you to freedom
If you
When the sun comes back
And the first quail calls
Follow the drinking gourd
The old man is waiting
For to carry you to freedom
Follow the drinking
When the Sun comes back
And the first quail calls
Follow the drinking gourd,
For the old man is a-waiting for to carry you to freedom
If you
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