Lyrics:
Yeah
See, I've been told I spit too many punchlines
So, they telling me to dumb it down
And my response to that is, get the fuck over it
Catch up, nigga
creep, in the creek
You walk sleeping induced in hypnosis by me
Follow me higher The Highlander high on the, high on the hill so we can chill
Follow me
the hills and everywhere
Go tell it on the mountain
That Jesus Christ is born
Go tell it on the mountain
Over the hills and everywhere
Go tell it
nice?
By the trees you'll find me there
Arms open don't linger and stare
Here we go again over the garden hills
Much work to be done from this winter's
Jumping in my Rover, I'm coming over
Jumping in my Rover, I'm coming over
Hit you at 8 then you better be awake by 9
Alright, if I say I'm
shit, then two shots Tequila, yeah
Been mocked by the media
Pop Oxy, feel nothin'
My baggage so tragic, my pack's sativa
The ride is almost over
I'm
By the way the land is layin?
I think I?d be safe in sayin?
That over the next hill we?ll be home
It?s a straight and narrow highway
No detours
wings,
Soaring through all them hurricanes.
Yeah, you deserve some peace onna hill.
Book of roses by your side,
Hope you happy to see your family alive.
you make it over the edge then baby, you the star
The Big Top knows all the choices you chose
Both respected and feared by your friends and your foes
of the slick
The sickest of the sick
The S to the T R O B E
I'm deep in the a byss
Putting in that over time to get under your spell
On fire like New South Wales
my well-being throwing a ring into a well
And I didn't find peace by putting my soul up for sale
Remember bein a novice, thinkin his name was wale
Now
that a lot of individual bad things been happening
And the only way that I can seem to get through it is by rapping
About the things on my mind,
Dancer"
And I miss the way you make me feel, and it's real
We watched the sunset over the castle on the hill
Fifteen years old and smoking hand-rolled
Heey hey
Oh yeah yeah
Shatta Wale Kuame Eugene
Another wicked one wicked one
Badman wanna try me
They wanna come cross ma boundary
But I'm protected
Heey hey
Oh yeah yeah
Shatta Wale Kuame Eugene
Another wicked one wicked one
Badman wanna try me
They wanna come cross ma boundary
But I'm protected
at the end of a gig
As the final song of the set of the last headline band
Still echoed on the wind carried across the farmland
Over the hills
Yeah, I'm giving it over
Music by Peter Furler and Steve Taylor / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
©©2002 Dawn Treader Music (admin. by EMI Christian Music
By the way the land is layin?
I think I?d be safe in sayin?
That over the next hill we?ll be home
It?s a straight and narrow highway
No detours
saying mine sloppily
You are now in the presence of
H2H, and you know we got some extra buzz
Beats by Iowa's finest, Adanis
Well alright
5'9", stand on my
many tooths out won't lie
Got respect in streets no gun by my side
Holla we dem boyz
See us better lower your voice
Im just saying its your choice
These
the sober days
Not falling over days
Life wasn't fast
Miss my slower days
Now life's work
Work
Go
Can I sit down?
Nigga no
You got football
You got work
you make it over the edge then baby, you the star
The Big Top knows all the choices you chose
Both respected and feared by your friends and your foes
They couldn't exactly
Bring them down
Because they're all so big
And stuck in the hills
And valleys
Of South Wales
Rather great big warships
But one
When the Capitol Hill's Insane In The Membrane
Look up in the sky it's a bird it's a plane
Collective on the scene bringing change to the game
Simple
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