Lyrics:
Eh!! The blacker the berry the sweeter the juice
Girl I’m confused by the shit that you do
Loving the way that you’re living like you got nothing
get funky
That's the way, that's the way
That's the way hey, hey in the USA
There's still cowboys and indians at home on the range
But the cowboys
cubes in the cup drinking all brown
while we bump in James Brown
and we keep it ill sounds
on the back of astroids
I fuck with Dan Aykroyd
funny
You are here on the map
This is a drawing of a fish
I lost my sense of direction
I told the folks back home I'd be back before it's dark
And now it's
by time it gets dark
Ayo Jay, I see that bulge in the back of your jeans
Hope that's the God you Now, know what I mean?
'Cause if somebody brings
we weigh it by the scale
45hunnid gs my nigga
On my way to catch a flight
Caught a Uber, last ride
Think i forgot to say a prayer
It was quiet in my
from out the v
You gone be bigger than drake thats what dash keep telling me
Sending money back home for my convicted felonies
Tell bro put something
Well I work like a dog eight hours a day you know I'm nearly dead
When I stop by a bar on my way home and loosen up my head
Lord knows this is
Each lazy hour
What a good life
Lying laid back
Like an old railroad bum by the track
What a good life
Living outdoors
Lie in the grass and chew
watching every way you move
So sit back and relax and let me reacquaint myself to you, oh
It's been a while since I been around
I hope you ain't forgot my
retreated to a two-party system
The demon talks to birds gettin' lifted
Get by on the shit that we try
Got a lil frantic in the way that we lie
Your broken
and my girlfriend
I was too immature
To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days
Caused so many arguments and strays
Now I realize how
Shines the loudest
That nation's epochs stand the proudest
Built by those they would not have known
Had they stayed home
Come placid blue and morning air,
the Cliftonville
Three shadows of men in that car, an unholy trinity
I was chased by the Shankill Butcher on the way to see a friend
I was chased by the Shankill
return
I will return
I never did much back at home
Dropped outta school, relied on handouts and loans
When I met you I was down and out
Seemed like a long,
new landscapes
And met birds of different shapes and shades
It learned to navigate the skies
And found a new home in its newfound ways
Now he's here
To these crawling, my fingers cold, still relate
By the force, that draws the cogs in my clock work
The lights my way through the fog in the hot dirt
In
swear
I oughta make forgive myself by mornin'
Start all over by the afternoon
If by the grace of God the light's still on
I'll see you when I get home
understand.
Wrong or right,
I'm home tonight
I'm back in Newfoundland.
Down by the sea,
Where life is free
I'm home again.
Where I sail the blue
As I was drivin' home along the boulevard late one night
I saw a guy in the corner, bummin' all alone
As I passed him by, I heard him holler out,
As I was drivin' home along the boulevard late one night
I saw a guy in the corner, bummin' all alone
As I passed him by, I heard him holler out,
Anthony walked to his death because he thought he'd never feel this way again
If he goes back to the house then things would go from bad to worse,
Anthony walked to his death because he thought he'd never feel this way again
If he goes back to the house then things would go from bad to worse,
I will take a step back, only if a step back goon double our grind
A diplomat with a diploma, but marijuana help free your mind
This 4 my homes still
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