Lyrics:
the fuckin' gayest in the city
I be suckin' KeShaun's man titties
Yeah
Wah
Mm, you know we gay, you know we fuckin'
You know we faggots
We big Twinkies
Oh, by
on the edge of town
The water tower says the same thing
John Deere Green with the same names
A little faded but it still looks good
In my neck of the woods,
and order
I lived by the gun
Shot ev'ry soul that ever did me wrong
And then I knew that justice was done
Once had a lawman come to town
With a warrant for
midwest
boulevard dreams stars also lie down that street you pretty little town
you sad flower in the sand you pretty little town give me
some of you venus
right (faster faster)
Third gear (Honda Honda) hang on tight (faster faster)
Faster it's alright
It's not a big motorcycle
Just a groovy little
came at once
Living out a dream
It was only us
Back at seventeen
Was a little nuts
Settle down right now
Feel alive my girl
In my town my world
Settle
going viral
Now look us same day, same time
No one double taps the paint dry
We gotta fly, uncurl this spring
This sweet old town is clipping our wings
the wonderful things that you and I can do
I popped some cash and in a little bit of time
I showed some cash and the girl was mine
I took her over town I wined
blow in your face.
My land saving grace"
Bells toll all over the town.
Burn, burn, until it's all gone
Game over, what was a bad joke
Is now
Bang on the dark side man,
Land ah the thuggish ruggish city will it reveal,
But I went back to my land with ah 12-gauge Mossberg pump
Big shells, you
Remix
I'm sorry I ain't
I ain't get right back at'cha niggas
I've been a little busy with this Dynasty shit
But uh got my mind right, money been
through this quaint little town time is on my side
With my rundown jeep in this prairie land far and wide
There's something here that's dear to my heart I
in all likelihood
Live free die young babe, your flight early
Peacock, hawk wings not the little birdie
Big body became frail, I got sturdy
Thick skin,
(Coming from the land of trillest,
Houston,
Breeding all the hustlers and the realest,
Houston,
Only place you chop it and you screw it.
Houston,
but my visions ain't an act now
I'm a doer not a snoozer that's a fact now
Time changing I been blazing to the big leagues
Big rounds round my town I'm
out with a glass of wine
Got my place at the front seat,
Yeah I'm driven.
Got big plans and dreams,
Yeah I get down with it.
I know you been
walked into cali, the place was packed
Sir too $hort "don?t stop that rap"
I keep rapping my rhymes, all the time
You got no rhymes, so you listen
I'm coming fasho
But fame ain't at all what it seems
Ain't no better place I wanna go
This the land of the dreams
Hail, Xanadu
Hail, Xanadu
Hail, Xanadu
tyrants one and all
I'll gun the flogger down
Oh, I'll give the land a little shock
Remember what I say
And they'll yet regret they've sent Jim Jones
downtown Dallas by the
Sight of the grassy knoll
Where the leader fell and a town was broken
Away from the feel and flow of life for so many years
He hears
the place
Based off what's in my safe I can never feel safe
If this was a race little nigga I'd be in first place
Ain't bout no gwalla the fuck out my face
If
dignity was the first to leave
I went into the city, went into the town
Went into the land of the midnight sun
Searchin' high, searchin' low
Searchin'
Somebody said dignity was the first to leave
I went into the city, went into the town
Went into the land of the midnight sun
Searchin' high, searchin' low,
Hollywood
Last Time I checked Carolinas was hood
Last Time I checked Little Rock was hood
Last Time I checked Nap town was the hood
But them rappers
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