Lyrics:
a native son of San Antone
There's a sweet somebody by the Alamo
Someday she's gonna be my very own
And we'll buy a highchair in a year or so
For our little
Yo its Benji and Navel up in the studio
Dont tip my last domino when I bump ssssudio
Inspector Clousseau with the stereo like thor with a hammer
Yo its Benji and Navel up in the studio
Dont tip my last domino when I bump ssssudio
Inspector Clousseau with the stereo like thor with a hammer
gym
Get out of my ring, you disgust me
Godzilla bankroll
Stones from Stilion
Yo I ain't got it all, that means I barely home
Trailblazer stay
Hope flound compound off round White rock
Ballin like Earl man i go in his high tops
Third eye cyclops, beaten down by five cops
Left for dead and it
Recorded by hank williams, sr.
Words and music by joe earls
[e] I went to the old home --- where I [a] once used to [e] roam
And all of my friends
and her laughter, her lore,
The place of my childhood, my own native home —
ch! Dublin, you're nearer the further I roam.
I've rambled the world and I've
know how it works really
Outside that box tube
Or whatever it's called is in my opinion a null void
Because it's not like you want to leave this place
Somewhere, Somewhere far away where I roam
there live my buffalo twin in our twin buffalo home sweet home
and takes good care of my native son
and he
the shining
Where you can't stop the shining
You can't stop the shining
Nigga done run everywhere
Left trails in my city everywhere
But nowhere like home
See I
I do it for my native people, that live in the Rez
I rep that nation cree naskapi eeyou
Wanna make it better for the next generation
out the snow we
I just up and say
I'm a native son of san antone
There's a sweet somebody by the alamo
Someday she's going to be my very own
And we'll buy
Pain in my heart carry burdens full of struggle
Why God, why God do I gotta bleed?
Every stone thrown at you restin' at my feet
Why God, why God do I
Pain in my heart carry burdens full of struggle
Why God, why God do I gotta bleed?
Every stone thrown at you restin' at my feet
Why God, why God do I
show
And in my numb became the gun that pieces homes
Or keeps from whole
By putting holes in peace we prayed
Preyed by beasts with fangs
Who make you
I'm bald headed, but I used to have a Lord Jesus perm
When my name was earl before the rap game
Runnin' from secret squirrel, I had my own thang
My lawyer's son died in his sleep last night
Got me thinking 'bout who I was in my past life
To be surrounded by so much pain
I understand my
I'm showin' off my pirate grill
To the baddies walkin' by me
Showin' skin because it's nothing
My little brother servin' molly 'cause
That bill due
can't sleep at home tonight, send me a Hilton Hotel
Or a cross on the hill, I'm a lost little girl
Findin' my way to ya
Arcadia
My body is a map
strayed the maiden's love grew cold.
Three years had passed, he did not come, and Nell will wed tonight
Her father said an Earl would make her happy home
grieves my heart full sore
We were forced by famine and disease
To emigrate across the seas
From that sore, opressed island that they called the shamrock
really like most why y'all cowards
I'ma show you how to swing the chrome for real
Dog this year we goin' bring it home for real
What you want to bet
to swing the chrome for real
Dog this year we gon' bring it home for real
What you wanna bet the lama'll squash you
I been had a white fan base before
every breath
Shinin' like I just came home but I never left
Most of them is lovin' me some of them hatin' me
Say hes underrated dependin' on whose ratin'
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