Lyrics:
the shades
I know the memory of the night we had won't fade
Just lay in bed, imagine we're laying in the sand
On the beach with me holding my hand
Think
a poor man's litter
Blind, embarrassed and embittered
Crying in Paris, dead of Winter
Fly to Amsterdam and get fucked!
Take me by the wrist. Feel my pulse
is named Scruffy and he likes to eat muffies (dog treats!)
Pillsbury Hill is where I get my dill
For all my pickles that I grow in my pickle farm
My
the curse. I'll tell ya, that was not fun. Did it for a long time. Too long.
(offstage) You didn't find it? It's another white one. But you seeâ?¦in my purse.
Minaj's in the bed
One playin with that pussy while da other gimme head
Couple bands and a AP waiting by the night stand
Get my day started
Brush my mouth
These sands like silk suspend me
In my body in my memories
It's all fine if you wanna have a good time
Fine by me if you do as you please
Seems all fine
hills are covered in sand
The riverbed moves like the lines of a hand
So simple that nobody will understand or care
Dew must form on the flower bed
Fumes
"In Salt Lake City, Joe," says I,
Him standing by my bed,
"They framed you on a murder charge,"
Says Joe, "But I ain't dead,"
Says Joe, "But I
start)
I been the king of the hill ever since we was still in the playpen (Wayback)
Most of my main friends, got multiple faces
I couldn't face it then
head,
Ceiling fan broken, there's a heat in my bed,
Street band playing "Nearer My God to Thee."
We met at the steeple where the mission bells ring,
[Intro: Big Moe]
That nigga Big Ass Moe
Chilling with my partner named D-Mo
It's on his birthday we coming through
In a nigga's trunk is a nigga
[Intro: Big Moe]
That nigga Big Ass Moe
Chilling with my partner named D-Mo
It's on his birthday we coming through
In a nigga's trunk is a nigga
Later in the future
Wit a house on a hill
Family wit a table
Wit a meal everyday
Clothes on the back
And a bed where we stay
Praying to the lord
Making
Comin' down from in the hills
Surrounded by the stars
Pop a couple pills
And spit out a couple bars
Flying saucer on some wheels
Got us hoppin' out
Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot, in the distance? were they deaf that they did
Not hear?
Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill,
The highwayman came
in bandit country
On the blind side of the bend.
Keep my nose to the wind
While the rabbit's skinned
bed down at the journey's end.
(Be
of magnolias blooming by our wrap around county outta town family home
Kicking my boots off, earning my name called
Even over the hill
Make you feel 17 truck bed
and the puddles of rain reflected your face in my eyes.
We finally made it on a hill-top at four a.m.
The whole city is your jewellery-box; a million twinkling
don't see
Hear him drag the rope that goes up to the hangman's tree
The wind calls your name, get out of your bed
Go on out to the hills, the wind
teen vibes
She rocking sneakers for her style
No hills, oh my god!
She pretty spoilt by her pops
iPhone 6 for the celli
Snapping pictures for the gram
came here for
I'm goin' up on the mountain
Up on the hill
Lay down by the river
Let the water be still
I'll open my eyes
See what I see
always testing my faith
I got monsters under my my bed, i'm insecure
That's why i'm always stuck in my head
It took a lot for me to say these things out
(Big Moe)
Yeee-yeee haahee yeehaa, yeee-yaahee
That nigga Big Ass Moe
Chillin with my partna named D-mo
Its on his birthday we comin through
In
where my heart is
I don't need a room
I don't need a warm and comfy bed
Don't need no house by the lake
No cabin with an ocean view
Don't need no crib
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