Lyrics:
Boulder
Will they ever try to push me over
Gas in nigga push come over if I stay down imma push the rover
I'm tryna hop in a jet and go
Make her feel good
fightin' shit might come down to dyin'
When the time comes down for the tryin' I got nine
Reasons why niggas shouldn't step in my face
With the nonsense,
your Glock burst
They had the chains on, son, hit the lock first
We busted in, the cop jerked, Jungle popped one in his shirt
I grabbed the bitch by
as candy
Comes stumbling in
With an Irish charm
Swooning all the American woman
There's another Irish lad
He goes by the name of Fionn
He can spend an hour
from
Ireland
But, by yimminy, I'm the only Swede in MacNamara's Band
Oh, the drums go bang and the cymbals clang and the horns they blaze
away
Hey church, motherfuckin' Church
Creek squad
You can't ride in my Range Rover
You can't smoke on my Jane clover
You can't come to my crib joker
Some
Baby I can show you all day long, baby I can show you time and time again
Do you want to come home in a rover or a Toyota
Do you want to ride in
they gats
Super fist fighting shit might come down to dying
When the time comes down for the trying I got nine
Reasons why niggas shouldn't step in my
Come over the hills, my bonny Irish lass
Comer over the hills to your darling;
You choose the rose, love, and I'll make the vow
And I'll be your
Is this what we've become?
We are zombies that have gone
We switched from hits of brains to place antennas in our skulls
We walk on by the shattered
where to put him? Oh, lay
(Olay) where the bugs at
Cause now he like soap
He come in that box closed cause
Inside is where the Doves at
What's that
Come over the hills, my bonny Irish lass
Come over the hills to your darling
You choose the road, love, and I'll make the vow
And I'll be your true
said, "Come, help us rebuild this country devastated by war"
And so anyway, my father set sail upon the wind rush, born for a new life
My father was
action
You're all blah blah blah!
Come to terms with it born to clean the kit
Your life's a farce get off your arse
Take my advice get back in class
G-gonna put my mum in a new yard
Gonna put my dad in a Rover
Gonna take trips with my sister
On the come up so you know its over
Just wanna live my
Yo cuz, ringsend and Compton on a track what
The fuck’s up with that?
Where I come from bricks get danced on
Then sold by the fellas with the amps
Well Alberta, she was a true miracle child
Her first cradle was a shoebox cause they didn't come that small
Born in Bracken County in the Bluegrass
passin' over even if you crash the Rover
Don't believe in four leaf clovers, so we gon' keep working forward
Drop top, blow the brains and floor it
Drop
moonlight shines upon the
gallows of men stretched by
their necks
by british crown they suffer so,
swinging in the winter air
centuries of terror
sacrifice
Momma keep on asking when I'll be back by her side
I said by her side
Tryna pull up in a Rover
Wanna see the world all over
All this clarity, I'm
fightin' shit might come down to dyin'
When the time comes down for the tryin' I got nine
Reasons why niggas shouldn't step in my face
With the nonsense,
push a rover, shit platinum before the sessions over
Rap master with the Houston heat holder
These playas best to get they shit in check
I get my hustle
just can't find
That makes 'em shake and make 'em shiver when it comes nighttime
Yeah! A boom-bap with a pro-Black slap
The old systematic dues
All Irish
just can't find
That makes 'em shake and make 'em shiver when it comes nighttime
Yeah! A boom-bap with a pro-Black slap
The old systematic dues
All Irish
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