Lyrics:
tempted by women at times
It's like being the king of the hill
Surrounded by dimes but that's the least of
My trials and tribulations (what)
Handle
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
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
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
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
chimes over the hill
She's been switched on inside my head
An imaginary friend sitting by my bed
Taking pictures of my soul
All the angles no-one
Scarlet Town in the month of May
Sweet William Holme on his deathbed lay
Mistress Mary by the side of the bed
Kissin' his face, heapin' prayers on his head
baby's gone.
I wake up sometimes in the night and realize you're gone
And then I toss upon my bed and wait for day to come
And I try to tell my lonely
on the hill, got my mind on a mill
On a mission tryin to get rich
Down to hit a switch, let me come down aww boy nasty bitch
All up in my face, ridin got bass
on the mountain up on the hill
Lay down by the river let the water be still
I'll open my eyes and see what I see
I got to find out what is you
And what is me
I
when it's all done
I'll hate you bad in the long run, but
Somehow, it never ends
My heel's on the edge of your bed again
I get obsessive with you
that's my minivan, blasting Sufjan Stevens, going easy on the gas, Go Diego DVD playing in the back, head to tee-ball, gymnastics, soccer or art class,
feeling pretty blurry
So I take off in a hurry
Now I'm skating back down the hill
When some asshole flies by and almost
Makes me roadkill
And now my
There ain't no mistaken where we all come from
We from the country, the hollars and hills
If you wanna drive chains come snatch my gears
In
Corruption on the move on the soil of a bed frame
Standing all alone like a child without a last name
Come up on the hill, see a better view
You can
And fuck niggas gonna lose a lot
Knock knock nigga, come feel the drama
If the bed low I'mma stack the crown
Up the contraband in between my gun
Before
buzz my head
Ceiling fan broken, there's a heat in my bed
Street band playing "Nearer My God to Thee"
We met at the station where the mission bells
Boy
We sat by the fireside
We talked all day and night
We watched the sunrise
Up on a hill side
I never knew someone who
I could spend my life with
I
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