Lyrics:
Come and take me by the hand
There's so much to be seen
The fields are dancing daisy bright
Hills are dappled green
Winter wind has ceased her
No you don't wanna be by yourself
Girl who you want around
I know I'm not that nigga that you're just playing for now
You used to be my Juliet
Ohh, After this song you gon' love me for my honesty,
Or you gon hate me for being me yeah Im sayin'
One of the two is gon' happen but all that I
At 2 o' clock in Hollywood
Which means I gotta leave here by 1
I should call an Uber at 12: 50
And then after that I gotta meet Bear at
Joe's Falafel
going crazy
But I don't care what they say
I'm in love with you
They try to pull me away, but they don't know the truth My heart's crippled by the vein,
Junior High
Part of my crew, everybody knew the kid
He was the talk of the school, intelligent
And well spoken, respected by teachers
All the other
a war with stars, I make niggas into ewoks
I'm a rap god but still
Human like the beatbox
Like (beatbox sounds) a one, two
Rest in peace to Biz Markie
Out on that river road
In a pontiac lit up by the dashboard glow
They hold each other close
Under a harvest moon
Love is about to bloom
though I've said I don't want romance
Too little, too late, baby boy, I swear
With you, I could go anywhere
Please, just come by
At seven sounds fine
to the ground by the sound
And let the more experienced entertain
Kane, meet the microphone, microphone meet Kane
The legendaire, rap extraordinaire
Commutin'
until your eyes run dry
She lives by disillusion glow
We go where the wild blood flows
On our bodies we share the same scar
Love me, wherever you
Meetin` on the top of the hill west of town
Quarter mile run meanest machine shuts `em down
I love that sound
Oo-oo Mary Sue
I wonder by now who
I can close my eyes and it takes me back
To two young lovers on that riverbank
To the sounds of the wind and the whip-poor-will
And the way that
my auntie is a man now, slight bravado
Scratchin' the likes from lotto
Hopin' that she pull up tomorrow
So I can hang out in the front seat
Six by
laugh again when they don't understand what I mean, bias
Everybody seen by us
Everybody wanna live a life like this
Man fuck that, do what's good for
sooit
In a town in Sweden by a stream so clear and cool
There sat a boy just a fishin' and a dreamin' when he should have been in school
Now, he
favorite spot
Plus I like it there, 'cause I got love on the list
High powered juice, where I don't even get frisked
Walk up in the place and get love
blessed thing too much
It's a low-down life, but it ain't gonna pass me by
I don't care if the world don't ever hear
The sound of my name
And old mother
* organized by Rhino comp. for convenience regardless of original
I come from Freaktown baby
I come from Freaktown, hit it!
Kev touch his self,
love of a South Texas girl
The three in the front seat, they sat on each side
That green and white '58 Fairlane
It would drive down farm roads past
do you, do you, do, do, but do you want to come on?
Scooch on over closer, dear
Hmm-hmm
And sing with me the sound of love, sing it
Whoa, oh oh oh
a look and her engine started
leave a peer and I roll on by, by by
Free love on the freelove freeway
the love is free and the freeway's long
I got some
love and
Calls her his little Smurf
But soon they're seen by
Boys from the community that go out and fuck
White girls with impunity
Oh, gee! Misogyny
To grace a newer
Sound, untouched by peers
No fear, just walk up the stairs
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