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a loaf
Ones I never met missing the most
My name is not Marner please don't let me choke
I'm knocking on wood I'm knocking on oak
I'm not in college yet

to one shtetal
Catch me Succos time, Hershey Park, I'm eating on some kettle
Like it's kugelach boy keep my henti' on the metal
I never settle, pull up

Thank you for paying $15
To park for two hours
20-minutes of which will be spent
Checking in
Riding a series of elevators
And walking long, sterile

know we got steak
Tenderloins and back straps
With the mossy oak and game bags
Field dress no hazmat
No fawn bitch that's a full rack
Mount it up

take a triple
When you smack it out the park
Good god
You a fine ass lady
Momma and her cub
So protective of her baby
Think you're fucking up because

And flying in the crows lingers but a moment 
In the graveyard oaks, yet inside me it never stops 
So I can't tell who is chasing, who chased
I can sleep into

me, baby
You got me, baby
Look, I just wanted my feet rubbed
And someone to watch reruns with
Day drinking at Kiest Park then
Carve our names in a tree

Beneath the live oaks in the hills
Pour wine till my chalice spills
To the tune of blues guitars

Birmingham, I'm coming home
Those Texas hills are pretty

Breaking character like every rule in the bible
That’s just the good news
I’m also dabbling in dope and dripping this kush goo
You grew up in Crystal Park

Where the bread and butter at I stick with my lettuce
All I need is the meat throwing balls, Ash Ketchum
Wait a minute
From South Park where they killed

nothing
Moms had to switch my schools like it would solve something
Royal Oak, wasn’t different it was absolutely worst
Where the teachers hate the color

we'd try to park it

We'd talk Stephen Hawking, astrophysics
We'd talk life and death and heaven bullshit
We'd talk about the future, never to come true

by the park I heard them shots poppin
But I was way too young to know the opps droppin
It was just me and my momma we was block hoppin
I'm trynna put

Standing at the Gate
Of a boarded house I should have seen before
Hid amongst the oaks
With the rows of houses built after the war
The roof is

the soil
Like the Oak Tree now a nigga living royal
Can't let it get to me I'm not tryna be spoiled
Momma cooking up, know you can't forget that Goya
Looking

T steppin' like D mac reppin' Oak Grove
Shoutout to legends like 607 and Ball Jones
Why you buying views and buying followers
Buying streams people selling

Christmas lights that brighten up live oak and cedar trees
Longhorns pulling Santa's sleigh on wheels
Stroll through Austin Zilker Parks amazing

isn't a fake (no fakes)
I love to row boat with you and your wife on Central Park lake
She goes to Opera and stays wide awake (yes, I do)
That's why this

Remember when we used to paint 
The Royal Park in watercolours?
We watched the Scarlett Oak trees die 
In lipstick red and burnt sienna

Kissing

A rundown house
Next to the street
The park bench
Where my friends would meet
A second world
Inside a screen
The oak tree
Leaves were always green

One hand on the steering wheel,
put the car in park
I’ve been thinkin’ ‘bout tryin’ to pray
Under the oak in the backyard

If you’d like to join me,

Rock, Red Oak what it is. cnd, what it is, is that immaculate dirty south southern shit. Last night I was trappin' white, but this right here's butter

You're going home, across the fields and rivers
You're going home, across the ocean wide
To the shade of an oak tree in old New Jersey
Where

Or the King Cobra cheap stuff while they rolled tree
Or some barefoot bitches walking down Oak Street
Baggies in they bras full of Tylenol 3's
If you trying all