Lyrics:
the corner.
Close to the end, down by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
III. I Get Up, I Get Down
Anderson/Howe
In her white lace
You
nigga, that's Chinese food
Name a crew who can do it like we do
AC blowing on a nigga, I'm 3-cool
It's only one of me be you
She a runaway if she get loose
Throw Caution To The Wind
Wyatt Easterling and Thomas Anderson
July 30, 2019
How many times have we seen the sun go down?
The lights go on in
many haters be knocking at my door
One hater
Two hater
Three hater
Four
How many haters be knocking at my door
One hater
Two hater
Three hater
Four
How
already set down the raceway
We just need to accept, and say ‘okay’
Then we'll fly up up and away
He’ll be by the door on the gateway
And welcome us up into
the corner.
Close to the end, down by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
III. I Get Up, I Get Down
Anderson/Howe
In her white lace
You
to hurt you
No I never meant to do you wrong
I stood waiting while the man said move along
We lay the tracks down
But now they rotted
Like a runaway train
See me 3-D, I'm a person
Emotional, living, breathing
You got your shit
I got mine too
If you need me,
I will hold you down
Or I will raise you
to the grind
Right place, wrong moment
Hold it down in the meantime
One day one man could change anything
Runaway some say do the better things
Through
the line wit my foot
N I run wit my feets
Then drop kick yo ass wit both my foots
Runaway doing all three and see me usin
3x
My foot my feets my foots
This
how you
Only need yourself in life
It's closed doors that keep on
Opening up for wealth in life man
It's getting hard to understand
I'm getting bigger
turned and regarded the weather again, then decided on his Spanish guitar. He carefully put it in the case, walked out the door and headed for a quiet spot
A ring on every finger of her hand.
She lived down by the river
A flat the council give her,
Wallpaper very scenic
Her outlook very beatnik,
We
rather have a milk shake -- he keeps forcing down the beer
Just another folkie -- late in coming down the pike
Riding his guitar -- he left Kid brother
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
Ocean tides,
gonna send thee three by three
Three for the Hebrew children
Two for Paul and Silas
One for the little bitty baby
Born of the Virgin, Mary
Born,
where I send thee
How shall I send thee
I'm gonna send you four by four
Four for the four that stood at the door
Three for the hebrew children
Two for
runaway).
They hunger for home but they cannot stay,
They wait by the door,
They stand and they stare.
They're already out of there,
They're already
down
Had to kick a fuckin door we in yo shit now
Aye
I do this shit for a living nigga
This my shit when I walk in the building nigga
On my momma I
is on the top
Di king is on the top up
To the very last drop
Mi know a little girl by
Di name of sister Pat
Mi send her down town fi go buy two
She
One, two, look at you
Three, four, she locked the door
I keep knockin' and knockin' and knockin' and knockin'
She was born in Paris
At the age of 21
Too many times I ran the light
Runaway or run inside
It’s alright
Bout to overload I give ‘em flood
It’s all good
Beating beats up with my blood
It’s
and inanimate
I'm trying to get everything down that Jaden is dictating
I'm seated upon a stone pillow, surrounded by abyss
I'm at a desk, accompanied by a gas
run the streets, a young runaway, live for today
When he died, I could hear him say, c'mon..
Time goes by, puffin on lye
Hopin' that it gets me
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