Lyrics:
mountain air
Helps me breathe
There’s something about this little town
That brings me back to me
Oh, how I miss my grandma
And the flowers she planted in
on fresh
And headed into town so it could paint the city red
The pub was poppin’. The club was louder
Forgot his wallet so he snuck by the bouncer
The subs
diggin' down under the hood
After clearin' a path to the water pump, and takin' a four hour break,
By hour 27 we were all good, And we sailed
From little
at the next big show
My friends they come and they go
And love moves a little too slow
When you're riding with an electric rodeo
I can't complain, you know I
(Coming from the land of trillest,
Houston,
Breeding all the hustlers and the realest,
Houston,
Only place you chop it and you screw it.
Houston,
Bang on the dark side man,
Land ah the thuggish ruggish city will it reveal,
But I went back to my land with ah 12-gauge Mossberg pump
Big shells, you
I'm coming fasho
But fame ain't at all what it seems
Ain't no better place I wanna go
This the land of the dreams
Hail, Xanadu
Hail, Xanadu
Hail, Xanadu
the fuckin' gayest in the city
I be suckin' KeShaun's man titties
Yeah
Wah
Mm, you know we gay, you know we fuckin'
You know we faggots
We big Twinkies
Oh, by
and order
I lived by the gun
Shot ev'ry soul that ever did me wrong
And then I knew that justice was done
Once had a lawman come to town
With a warrant for
a little bit more
Not getting anywhere, you should've been there
Then I thought I saw you walking by into town
Into the crowd I went chasing you down
walked into cali, the place was packed
Sir too $hort "don?t stop that rap"
I keep rapping my rhymes, all the time
You got no rhymes, so you listen
to this, we all have the rights to live on these lands
The hate is too strong, why can't we settle our differences, by lending these helping hands
The more
midwest
boulevard dreams stars also lie down that street you pretty little town
you sad flower in the sand you pretty little town give me
some of you venus
mind.
In a little town, they don't
We could have it all in expression
No freedom no religion
No one to bear.
We could have it all at our fingertips
If
came at once
Living out a dream
It was only us
Back at seventeen
Was a little nuts
Settle down right now
Feel alive my girl
In my town my world
Settle
going viral
Now look us same day, same time
No one double taps the paint dry
We gotta fly, uncurl this spring
This sweet old town is clipping our wings
in all likelihood
Live free die young babe, your flight early
Peacock, hawk wings not the little birdie
Big body became frail, I got sturdy
Thick skin,
the place
Based off what's in my safe I can never feel safe
If this was a race little nigga I'd be in first place
Ain't bout no gwalla the fuck out my face
If
man
Smack dab center, a pulsin' heart
Lil' ole Houston, doin' it's part
Near the top in big-town-size
H-town strong no surprise
Entertainment-n-media
change"
Walking from a big town to the desert
Following yellow lines to the nowhere land
"We're not just a number!"
No big distance between you and us
It's
dignity was the first to leave
I went into the city, went into the town
Went into the land of the midnight sun
Searchin' high, searchin' low
Searchin'
Somebody said dignity was the first to leave
I went into the city, went into the town
Went into the land of the midnight sun
Searchin' high, searchin' low,
killed my little cousin Nicholas
But my memories only happy images
This is for the hood, this is for the kids
This is for the single mothers, niggas doing
right (faster faster)
Third gear (Honda Honda) hang on tight (faster faster)
Faster it's alright
It's not a big motorcycle
Just a groovy little
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