Lyrics:
as the doggies retire
He sings out a song which is soft but it's clear
As if maybe someone could hear
Goodnight you moonlight ladies
Rockabye sweet baby James
as the doggies retire
He sings out a song which is soft but it's clear
As if maybe someone could hear
Goodnight you moonlight ladies
Rockabye sweet baby
as the doggies retire
He sings out a song which is soft but it's clear
As if maybe someone could hear
Goodnight you moonlight ladies
Rockabye sweet baby
as the doggies retire
He sings out a song which is soft but it's clear
As if maybe someone could hear
Goodnight you moonlight ladies
Rockabye sweet baby
as the doggies retire
He sings out a song which is soft but it's clear
As if maybe someone could hear
Goodnight you moonlight ladies
Rockabye sweet baby
as the doggies retire
He sings out a song which is soft but it's clear
As if maybe someone could hear
Goodnight you moonlight ladies
Rockabye sweet baby
sweet baby James
Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose
Won't you let me go down in my dreams
And rockabye sweet baby James
Now the first
cool
I see them always ask how do you make it
They don't know God is not James
He keeps His promises
Pick up yourself and make sure that you're moving
Bitch you better watch ya tone wit me
Shit ain’t sweet Play dirty
I got niggas that’s rolling weed
I got bitches taking lines
I don’t even know
don't speak to me
Get noid with Floyd, creep up the backstreet ain't that sweet
You don't see them hookers in this backseat
Time and time to get
strip, yeah my demons ain't hiding.
James Harden iso, you getting left on a island.
Cooling confident, kicking back by dolo.
Short bus temper, go stupid
like she hate me
So trump told me grab her by the pussy
Jolly ranchers in my cup wit this act
Hold on let me see something
This shit so good she say it
snort off mirrors
Coke, heroin, guns ran by government agent dealers
Blowback in the pot created boss flagrant dealers
Take it back to the spot and plot
the hood, just shooting the breeze
My partners on the cut smoking swisher sweets
Tripping on the hoochies rolling by in they rides
Guzzling up a forty
Gardner, the crashin' of James Dean
Bobby Brown influenced by Rick James, it goes
Prince wanted Alexander O'Neal to be Morris Day or Jerome
But Alex was
Friday nights, wide-open skies
Back forty, gettin' wild on
Sweet by-and-by, I saw the light
In a little white church way in the back
Grew up, grew up,
James Brown and BB King
All got it out a them streets
From the ghetto yeah the belly of beast
If you sweet get to tricking they gon beat that ass
Always
John Wayne
And rick james
Cuz I tame
And I flame
But I don't play no games
But I do
And I'm smooth
And I don't play by rules
And if you confused
This is
It's real, yo but still, yo, it's love here
And it's felt by anybody that come here
Out of towners take the train, plane and bus here
Must be
And ima flick that bic till it's gone
Because my weed supply
Pile high by the zone
I bet she be hot by
The end of this song
But I'm on my I don't give
"Under the
Cherry Moon" And I was there
That's how I look
At it like this shit just went down
You see the mastery that
I'm surrounded by? How
On earth am I
play for keeps
Shit get muddy like a dirt bike ain't nun sweet
Play coming off da turnpike I'm on da backstreet
Serving niggas unfamiliar boy you gotta
the body count? (Huh?)
Why would you pull up on me unannounced? (Huh?)
I'm hold loose at the haunted house
It's all kinda zombies runnin' in and out
Who
Loved by kids, I never did a bid
Yes, the Group Home is thick
Plus I don't eat beef
'Cause these dizzy-ass niggas and chicks think shit is sweet
Yo,
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