Lyrics:
"By And By The Way"
words and music © Grant Maloy Smith
From the album APPALACHIA: AMERICAN STORIES
Deep in contemplation
Praying in my hands
Lord
Island blew their horns (Am9)
Mornings are golden above the splash of my
oars
As I rowed back to our Grampian sloop
But Cuttyhunk beckons with old
album's hot and your album's not
I done been getting movie deals
I done been getting paid like Vinzel
I done been by ?
And five double o's
And 1 2's
of Saracens have flowed by my work of sword My Basileus my emperor You have left me no choice but to escape Taking my men and from the hall We are breaking our
Introduction
(Ray Price - Willie Nelson)
When the evening sun goes down
Hi neighbors it is sundown at our house
As we make this new Columbia album
This is a public service announcement brought to you in part by Slim Shady
The views and events expressed here are totally fucked
And are not
beautifully articulated
Demonstrated by the never faded strong facial feature
of the teacher, I am the teacher, you can check it
The styles they're
interesów
Black Album niczym broń pełen śmiercionośnych wersów
P jak czarna ospa która zagroziła światu
P jak czarna owca niczym dres dam do wiwatu
P jak
and listen
Iyo ham, ham
Oh nkosi yam
A lot of people tried to discourage me man
And told me I must not do this album man
Why sing about Tambo
Leave politics
the oppressor
Tell them M Higher said it
Send them an email send a fax send it by a Fedex
We are our own tomorrow we can't be ruled by Relics
It's time for our
man or a clown with balloons
We face down in the soup
Bent like a bow or a 'bow' or a U
Loud as a crowd getting down at the stoop
Throw your oars
code
It says that both your legs must go
Chopped to pieces
Ripped to shreds
You're gonna wish that you were dead!
Grab him by his manky hair
slack and loose. throw the oars overboard, for they're no use. we'll let the tides take us where they choose. we'll just keep drifting, hoping the waves
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
workin' on nigga? (Um, you know, I got Curren$y album)
(And quietly workin' on my album, ya dig?)
Oh, I'm ready to brush my shoulders off and drop my next
Island
To shows at the garden
Automatic startin' in the drop got
Your bitch pussy fartin
My album about to drop in 7 days
But I still poke a rapper
my trick ain't for kids, if you dig 'em, you'll get smacked
I'll clock ya, I'll spring forward, you fall back
Every album that I drop has got more
This song appears on four albums, and was first released on the John Denver Album. It has also been released on the Country Classics, Reflections
the trap spot
(Trap spot)
Couple nights shovin' hard by my damn self
(Damn self)
By my damn self, out there by my damn self
I remember I was goin' hard by my
Album dostaną fani dziś spisuję testament
1000 pokreślonych stron zostawię po sobie
Na nich miliony słów w których chciałem swych racji dowieść
Czegoś
made one
To be at the top of the charts, I’m number one
I felt like writing another, an album
All this came about, no problem
I wanna do good do right by
of the album
Is the main part talking about a lot
We talked about everything the story does not end
By the age of 20, it is just beginning
We the fathers
Nagle wszyscy zrozumieli że w tym rapach jest siła co odbiera tlen (wiem)
To muzyka co zgarnia pieniądze zetiaero nowy album na froncie
Nagle
Surrounded by snakes feel like a fucking charmer
Stealing your girl like the knight in shining armour
Milking them titties like I'm a dairy farmer
Dropping
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