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him in that large house up above
He didn't give you that baby by a hundred thousand miles
He just think you need some sunshine and He lent it for
gotta be
The best thing since Starks and Clark Wallabees
African killer bees blackwatch
On your radio, blowin out yo' watts
From Park Hill, the house
T'was the night before Christmas and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
The stockings were hung by the chimney
gotta be
The best thing since Starks and Clark Wallabees
African killer bees blackwatch
On your radio, blowin out yo' watts
From Park Hill, the house
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
The stockings were hung by the chimney
Yea
491's Finest in the house
Whole lotta Hot fries and Yanni Eyes this summer
Gotta keep it a hundred
Gotta be like my big brother
Keep it Frayzie
the beat
Making sure that I call mama tryna' keep her at peace
Know that woman seen too much but we was born to be free
Ima' break the hesitation ima'
brains all the fuck out
All over your shirt
Since a youngin' I was buck wild
All up in the dirt
Ma screaming "Get the fuck out!"
North where I was raised
into wild things
Whoever thought at this age I'd be into wild things
The grown man talk the inner child sings
When Joey comes through with the Dirty
flickering grace
That died with the silent age?
When everybody knew your name
They all knew your name
Born wild like a prairie flower
She was sown by
and time
And his ways can't be understood by our feeble human minds
Now don't get caught up trying to understand all this
You just need, to, believe
There once was a boy who was cunning and coy
He was born in the wilds of Kentucky
He was two when he sighed as his mother died
Some people are just
the 87 ah
From the streets; get on a beat and go ah
I could break it down like whatever ya ah
On some K-R-S be-here-forever-type, uh
You, you, you, you
was praying
But nowadays, I don't even wanna be saved
Nah, fuck that, I don't wanna be saved
I was born to be wild, I don't wanna be tamed
Talent's
Hey yo What’s with all this commotion
It’s 5am and I don’t give a damn about the bullshit
I could be hitting dabs back at my house smoking
Instead
Shorty brain wild told the hoe she need some counseling
Hit her in the bed and the couch all in the house
A whole hundred shots and you know we calling em
days off
Bentley trucks I have made my choice
I be your judge I beat the case
100 million on private jet
I feel not safe but by grace
I see this day
Now here we go
Now heres a story bout a
Soldier they call Moe
Moe be Stackin plenty gwalla
Moe be chasin all the doe
Money schemes
Cocoa leaf in
Peace in every rastaman house, and peace in every rastawoman house
Let there be peace with the man that don't have a woman
Peace with the woman that don't
I dumps quick, my clique be so thick,
With hi-tech mob shit, crooked as Soviet.
[Chorus]
The house on the water, independent shippin'
and cold
I've lived in this house for forty-four years
My children were born here, it's here I'll grow old
A curse on you, bastard landlord be damned
house
I practice to be the all access, you see the fact is
My mouth dirty, so follow while I display the slackness
Yo, you see my slang talk straight
cage a bird born born to be wild
[Chorus]
Johnny Raven
By and by
You're going to leave my nest
Another nest to try
Johnny Raven
I believe your
tequila on the front porch
I'm in love with the history of you and me
How we used to be, the king and queen
Of this small town, young and wild
Something
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