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And grow like the strong white oak
Stretch to every corner of the world
Know that we'll always be in awe
Of all you do Atlas Gloria
Of all you do Atlas

the oaks just banging out
I'm tryna make it out, no dinner we staking out
Fucc fame never chasing clout, in the oaks just banging out
And I'll never ever

what’s runnin’ Lonestar free
She's dusty boots, bandana soul
Restless as the rodeo
And love as true as oak tree roots run deep
If that sounds like you,

My lil bro name
C'mon man don't play with them niggaz now
Niggaz know who them is man them Oak cliff goats
Da fuck is you talking bout
A Billy goat

We two kings of holly and oak
Every year our story is told
An endeavor ceasing never
Fighting to claim the throne

Oh one of death and one of life

There is a path halfway down the slope,
Where an old oak tree stands.
And I used to sit down for a while,
Trying to remove my blues

And there´s also

need to survive
On to the shady oak trees
Growin' with the leaves
Covered in moss and vine
They help me on down the line
I've never felt so alive
Don't

the heart-shaped boxes
Filled with chocolates
I prefer a steady handshake
From a heart made of oak
A homie with whom to roll
Ride or die, whatever it takes
I don't

You know that Im here i´m here gone when you are
You know oaks break oaks break before you leave oh boy
I know I know yeah i know that you miss me
I

too damn loud
Where the gang? You know Scoobys always down
Young Oak got the sound
Paint a track like a clown
Mix it up grow it up from out the ground

Red sky, high tide
Seek the ash and oak
Wayside, must decide
Before the sky turns to smoke
Slow glow haze
Where the wild things stay
Weathered

and dry,
And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on.
And down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary,
hair of goldand lips like cherries,
It's good

tell the truth, I dare you to grow up
Nigga please, tell me, you a real one or a fake one

[Hook:]
What you doin Jeahwan? Shit, you already know
Oak

it wrote
We gon' make 'em disappear call it Roanoke
We 'boutta light em in a zo and smoke 'em out the oak
The ill-advised got nothin' on me
I'm turnin'

voete ziere af
an 't tapiet!
En trekt een ander weze, zuu da den hond van ûwe
kop nie verschiet!

Oa'k te veel' paaze of 'k voele maa nie goe
Nieje, tons

About the time we took it downtown
Where the air was old and the moss was gold
And the oak trees covered and touched the ground
And I ain't got that

whispers in the oak
Super celestial magazine pose
She summons dragonfly rainfall
Effervescent sparkle state shows
She's my pumpkin tsarina
The chairwoman

in New England, moved down to the South, 
Wed and planted the seeds of a Blue Family on a Druid City Drive” 
 
Beneath these Oaks my Grandma spoke,

And sees her fields turn to dust			
The trees that stalk me from all sides			
With eyes of a hundred fireflies			

A dead oak frozen like a lightning strike

gathering the finest oak
Every morning when the alumijum would rise
They would set out deep in the Movera forest
In search of wood
However on one particular

to sing your limits from the ash fields and quarries

Your live oak
A Georgia shackle
Your love oak
A Georgia shackle
Your arroyo
A wailing wall
And to it

I've got the oak guts
I've got these sweet vanilla bones
My skin is made of iron
My blood is peppercorn

So what's the point of anything
If I can't

(Staying up and talk until three)
The good don't last forever
(Sitting by the olden oak tree)
The good don't last forever
(Wishing that we were older)

it down baby
I ain't saving lean imma pour down it baby
Getting money got enough to go around ainna
Could've been a oak tree acting real shady
I got