Lyrics:
One time in London I'd gone out for a walk,
Past a place called Hyde park where people talk
'Bout all kinds of different gods, they have their
Down, down, down, baby don't go so low, aye
I lovin' your eyes, I lovin' your smile
I love in, the way that you walk and you whine
Tell me one time, what
runs through your veins
Glinting in the New York City dusk
Broadway Baby, He's taking a nosedive
Broadway Baby on the Brooklyn Bridge
Broadway Baby
sitting in gowanus, the stoop’s back in park slope
just to be honest imma say i got a dark soul
chilling on TOR, i ain’t talking bout shows
i get stressed
of the century
Bruv I hated the ends, and back then it was deadly
Kicking ball in the park wid a few other guys, and I
Said something on a sly
Two twos, I'm
sleep with bugs in they beds
Finally feeling like that guy with these immaculate threads
Trynna knock sum out the park I feel like tony Perez
But that's
in Central Park
Lovers waiting for the dark
In our little penthouse on top of the town
Each evening we'll stargaze, we'll never look down
Scrubbing out his head
Police want him dead
He's got conspiracies
They're after him
Watching every park he's in
Bluffing out his head
Either that
don’t know what you been through
If you into flows, I could get you those I could get ‘em by the O no issue
Back in the day in New York state, used
them
Slopes no more
Old ways, old habits
Creepin' in the back door
Turned the page closed the casket
Buried it in the morgue
One day real soon dawg
You
some hope
Drivin' downhill a slope,
Fuck downers, give me dope
Buckle up on the roll,
Duck your head, see the pol
Park the ride, here they come
Slide
what they really want
Drive out to the boondocks
And park down by the creek
And where it's George Strait
Real late dancing cheek to cheek
Ain't
And life drifts slowly by in the provinces
Peter Foster goes to Gloucester for his first school day
Bites his teacher, sees a preacher and is taught
can blow me in the dark
In the parking lot of the trailer park by the garbage
What're you waiting on, me to roll out the carpet?
Condoms are in
herself
Even without brands
She's still designer
Head to toe
Fills her lips
So you can feel her kiss
Like a fist
Brazilian butt lift
To fill in
What nature
When twilight gives way to warming beams of the upcoming dawn
I hover with freedom
Over open surfaces of lakes
With coming of early evening
[Quick act like you're asleep]
In the sunlight, on a park bench, underneath the maple tree.
On the morning, of a day only sent, from heaven.
I can
block
I'm only knowin cold by the wasatch
Thinking bout Ron clair reversing hands on the time clock
If you from over you know the park was the damn spot
dancing
Just ain't what they really want
Drive out to the boondocks and park down by the creek
And where it's George Strait 'til real late
and the evening grew dark
Along Whitemans Bridge, and by God in a jiffy
My arms were around her, beyond in the park
And what's that to any man, whether or no
boys
Who touched the sky
We all have to go
Travel our own roads
But when the sun sets
I'll remember the west
Walk by the park
Where the kids fell in love
were created to give false hope
I soul shock ya, using the chakra of my throat
From Athens to Park Slope
I float over musical notes, and I been dope
Cinco años gone by since 2015
Before I skipped town, wrote her out and chased my dream
I was living good, no worries beside my bedside
Now I stay up
through the foaming soap
To pilot my boat amid the ever-moving slopes
I carried the car keys in a bucket of tar
Constructing highway systems from a spool
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