Lyrics:
and tried
Took your guilt as my own
Sun is setting and it's so cold
Once upon a time we had
A lifetime to grind my dreams to dust
Stood by as I went mad
Baby boy, you stay on my mind
I think about you all the time
I see you in my dreams
Ah, oh, my baby's fly, baby, oh
Yes, no, hurt me so good,
shirt
at least when rabbit tried this he was fucking poor as dirt
but me standing here in my fucking Ralph Lauren
surrounded by a collapsing crowd
if you want
And I'll be in your dreams baby
That Glock on me baby
I was sellin' rocks at 13 baby
My niggas on lock, gotta send 'em some cheddar
I
can still hear the soft Southern winds in the live oak trees
And those Williams boys they still mean a lot to me
Hank and Tennessee
I guess we're all
southside, you can tell by the parlor
Give it a good look cuz' there'll never be another
Hoes, a hundred spokes, what you expect?
Trust me, money can't buy
submission to Jesus so my dream's just to be His vision of me, uhh
I'm just a servant serving, swerving past the serpent lurking
Surging on the verge
The nightingale is still locked in the cage
The deep breath I took still poisons my lungs
An old oak sheltering me from the blue
Sun bathing on it's
dandelions in the fall
Niggas heard of Chip Banks and left him lying in the hall
Your boy Sandy Brock was ill, like Kobe Bryant with the ball
It's no
TAKE ANOTHER STEP
written by Payson Lyon
Young boy on a Cumberland ridge setting fire to one more bridge
Ducking school and feeling low
Folks
of everything that's been holding me back
A heard a bitch can get ahead if she throwing it back
She put two and two together and got promoted real fast
You can
Villie boy pull up by the block
Flip flops, and the white socks
No sleep, let the dream talk
Wavy got me feeling like Pac
Villie boy pull up by
Long ago this boy I knew, he looked a lot like me
He got his heart bruised and wore it all on his sleeve
As years went by I heard his name carried in
to be
And that was the beginning of my own true love and me
And it's home,boys,home
Home I'd like to be home for a while
In me me own country
Old gray fence, tar chip road
Martin's creek, almost home
Whitetail buck by a one lane bridge
Around the bend up on the ridge
There's Thompson's
one night to do it all
I know baby it's such a pity
Tomorrow night, we hit another city
Cold macking in the game is all we do
Me and the boys
the
image of my dream
of who I am when
I dream of being
me at the center
of all dreaming, a
circle of dreamers
of the center all
dreaming of me
[*whispered*]
Take a look around.. take a look around..
Take a look around.. take a look around..
[E-Vocalist]
Yo, I had dreams but financially
Well, I had me a pigeon
By the name of Fred
But I done shot him
In the head
Had me a railroad
Down on the ridge
But I done blowed up
to the center of the stage
And watch them worship me
Like this my dream
Like, Oak$hawn have a dream
I want to be a king
I rather be a god, like be on top
Party
torches
Sayin a white girl has been tampered wit by a black man
Swingin ropes around the oaks sayin they found they man
Its that type of story down south
It's nothing to a Bay cat, Doin Me and E-mac
Shady 80s, yes I'm an eighty baby
East oak town slanging sack family still banging
It's nothing to a pimp
I dream with my eyes open
I see with my eyes closed
I watch through many windows
Heaven only knows
Some words can't be spoken
Some things
When he'd look across the top of her head then he'd wink and say to me
Do what you do do well boy
Now he was a man of laughter but if tragedy came by
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