Lyrics:
dat
That's you and you ain't having it
Who dat, who dat
Stop asking who dat, who dat
When you see me walking by, don't shout for I
I'm not a young
Bonnie, Benny, Beau, Brooks
And Kevin
We were headed on down to our gig in the Bronx
We were countin' the minutes, checkin' our clocks
It'd be our big
followed me across the seas.
Then tell me please
How are things in Glocca Morra?
Is that little brook still leaping there?
Does it still run down
followed me across the seas.
Then tell me please
How are things in Glocca Morra?
Is that little brook still leaping there?
Does it still run down
followed me across the seas.
Then tell me please
How are things in Glocca Morra?
Is that little brook still leaping there?
Does it still run down
the garden gate
Down in the little green valley
When I get back again, how happy she will be.
And by a little babbling brook, once more we'll wander
And in
youth
On a long walk home
Over the brook, by the Black and Blue
Through the American Feverfew
Down an empty road
Summer nights at Surprise View Cliff
I
followed me across the seas.
Then tell me please
How are things in Glocca Morra?
Is that little brook still leaping there?
Does it still run down
followed me across the seas.
Then tell me please
How are things in Glocca Morra?
Is that little brook still leaping there?
Does it still run down
Ain't you from Georgia
I want somebody now
to come lay down with me
I got that dirty South
and girl I aim to please
(Brooks)
She tender like
I'm the hook
Said, Knock Out, He the hook
(Pow)
We was raised by the brook
Why We puffin' on kush
Tell you, you might get shook
(Babadook)
If you try
War, war, war, war, war, war, war
On a silent shore
I spoke to god
The sun is down
Assemble the great pandemonium
War
One more down by
meet upon the grass
I know
Down we'll go
By the brook
But not by the book
Tonight before we drown
We'll go out on the town
And paint it red
Fiddle]
Now if you were cro-magnon you'd be draggin' them woman by the hair to your cave
You'd be down on your knees citing them soliloquies back in
[Intro]
[Answering Machine]
Monday, ten fifty-three A.M.
[Voice on phone]
JD, it's me, Bree
Call me, babe
Havin' all them parties, us cats down here
is the time we have took
The lines in my book will recite what I shook
From the vine by the brook
My own way went one way through your wallowing
may
We rise up together
By ash and chains
Brook down walls
Will paint walls
Come what may
We'll be together
The light seems far away
But it has never
the swaying branches
How long qualifies as napping
Cramped and glued and angry crabby
Told her yesterday was fantastic
Approximate my height and size
Get down
If someone were to ask me what was I after
I'd never think to say a one eyed laughter
A laugh that babbles like a brook by the sea
Or that I'd live
A dream so true
Has made me blue
A day gone by begins anew
I dreamed I saw a face somewhere,
A face that I knew well
It filled me with a great despair
But
followed me across the seas.
Then tell me please
How are things in Glocca Morra?
Is that little brook still leaping there?
Does it still run down
followed me across the seas.
Then tell me please
How are things in Glocca Morra?
Is that little brook still leaping there?
Does it still run down
followed me across the seas.
Then tell me please
How are things in Glocca Morra?
Is that little brook still leaping there?
Does it still run down
through your block?
Sheek, Funk Doc, Meth on top
Porsche, 300 horse fly by
Back open pumpin "How High?" (How High)
Yeah, can y'all see that (See that)
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