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never understand why because his hair was sandy blond. Nevertheless,
the name stuck. So when my brother was born my father became Big Red and
my brother
and four chords repeated
Completed by a relatable lyrical concept about an ex or something
This isn't for the masses
It's for the
musically analytical
So
Mr. Big Dreams no tolerance
Cut you at the house and haven't hollered since
Get bored quickly
He stay grown
So the p-a-tron had to get poured
don't believe you oughta be a-bringin' up your little girl this way."
And it was signed by the secretary, "Harper Valley PTA."
Well it happened that
Man 1: What?
Mandy: This praising.
Wise Man 1: No, no, no.
Mandy: Oh! Well, if you're dropping by again do pop in. (they
take
from the start
Ran for the finish got detoured from the fast route by another
One spot holder hold ground for our town, N.Y.
For those who
who know me
Very well are like
"Are you sure you're ok?" But I
Really am i've never been
This happy i'm so proud of
This album i'm proud
Of myself and I
[Chorus:]
Are you ready to throwdown?
Yes we are!
Well, get on down like your 'posed to
and shake your ass on the carpet like the old school
Are you
And I just like to say
Big up all the youths, yu know
Youths like this and youths like that
One good thing about music
When it hits you feel no
There's a for-sale sign on a big ol rusty tractor
You can't miss it it's the first thing that you see
Just up the road a pale blue water tower
I want to tell you all the story 'bout
A Harper Valley widowed wife
Who had a teenage daughter
That attended Harper Valley Junior High
Well, her
policemen in town and wanted to write a story about them. As
he arrived at the police station looking for Constable Devine, he was met instead by his
wife.
then if I've been smoking crack
Then that's usually followed by "Fame is one big fucking trap"
But they ain't got no fucking fame so how the fuck they
majestic riding that horse
The album cover heat cuz she is the source
Of all my joys in all of my daily
She my happiness, she is my baby
She flows well like
bust down
(Yeah)
Big bust down
Got diamonds in my watch
You can tell by the crown
Diamonds all round
Got them from outta town
Big bust down
(Yeah)
Big
damn bank accounts
Lotta junior year just wanna see that thing bounce
Lotta senior year just tryna get that goddamn cash out
And I got the map now
Y'all
We'll go ahead, do your best and find me
Matter of fact, I'll be at your mom's by nine and we'll be fuckin' all night
Disregard the rubber
I'ma pull out
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
down pop trunk, I'm out that H-town
(Yungstar)
Out H-town, showin surround by sound
Yesterday y'all got mad when I shown nuthin but ground
I'm talkin
Junior year came around, was a big black cloud
Dark days, dark ways, no one asked if I was okay
Contemplated death cause the school system's wrecked
about my home town
I'm from the LDN there's no forgetting that
And the big UK I stay reppin that
[chorus]
You love that
You tell me you don't love that
There's a for-sale sign on a big ol rusty tractor
You can't miss it it's the first thing that you see
Just up the road a pale blue water tower
I want to tell you all the story 'bout
A Harper Valley widowed wife
Who had a teenage daughter
That attended Harper Valley Junior High
Well, her
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turnin' red
You used to be a little kid with
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