Lyrics:
Way down yonder you can hear the wind blow
Through the tall grass growing in the old bayou
The old bayou
There's a dark haired woman that looks
"Uncle Bob, where you at?
Yeah I know your pockets fat but I don't give a fuck 'bout that
I'm glad we family" (uh)
We a half breed family, yeah, yeah,
until the next time see ya
Me and Kid hit the studio in East Orange, that 604 Central, owned by his parentals
Ran into the homie Chad Piff, who was there
browns over here (greens over here)
Pasqoutank, down on the Odom East (let me think)
Johnson County, Franklin, Burgaw, Newport, Warren, Shelby, Kenansville
heep of trouble
Double crossed by the law so theres nobody to run to
Yeah its just me and my sawed off shotgun
Outlaw call him Leather Face
I'm headed
down
I’ll always see
The country side
That county line
My life decides
It’s where I’ll be
Roll down the glass, feel where I’m at, while my coffee’s
Chai and smoking weed
Ain't no one in the county
Ever see'd whatever he see'd
John Oaks, John Oaks
John Oaks, John Oaks
Old John rides in his
Everything went from bad to worse
Money never changed a thing
Death kept followin', trackin' us down
At least I heard your bluebird sing
Now
of town on a business trip, Not too far away
Passing through a little place I knew from yesterday
Those old shops were falling down – the garage
Way down yonder you can hear the wind blow
Through the tall grass growing in the old bayou
The old bayou
There's a dark haired woman that looks
their property
Word to Samson, the tongue will get you hung
I had a friend, they murdered his father and his three-year-old son
I heard him cursin'
Everything went from bad to worse
Money never changed a thing
Death kept followin', trackin' us down
At least I heard your bluebird sing
Now
Was eighteen years old, out on my own
Out to get what I saw as mine
By '92 I was twenty-one
I was back out on the street
Two whole years of county
on the open road - all the way down to Mexico
Out on the open road - around the U.S.A. - taking it slow
Out on the open road - crossing the county lines
in
Dallas county jail
The Lord
Led me
To faith
Ain't no working out
Wouldn't no
Gaining weight
Sitting in
Dallas county jail
The Lord
Led me
By faith
hat on the bed
But If you do be sure it's upside down son
If you do be sure it's upside down
Cuz if there's any doubt it keeps the luck from running
at last
Wayne County Jail full of noxious gas
Got three quarters of your senses massed
You're left with only the sense of Touch like Tony
The majority
I live out in the country used
To hang on old Pond Creek
Used to cat fish with my Grandpa used
To cut the grass for free
And there ain't been a damn
I went down to Taneytown
I went down to Taneytown
To see what I could see
My mama told me never go
But I'm almost 22 years old
Sometimes I
in a three room run down shack
At the foot of the hill by the railroad track
Where decent folks don't go when the sun goes down
My daddy worked
niggas down here, I swear they don't understand
Broward County nigga keep it wavy for the game
By the end of 2016, these niggas gon' know my name
Young but
Pull up in a brand new Porsche
Right off the porch
Butterfly doors
Chrome
I'm from Polk County, Florida
Where they turn up and then no one go back
Sure, I'll cut down a little green
I recycle by getting green
Got Psytube rhymes, dude
You can't compare us
Wanna talk mistakes? How about
That yee-yee
to do was pay for my meal
We used to be down as hell
Snitchin'-ass nigga sent me to the county jail
You shouldna lied to me dog, I would rather kill
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