Lyrics:
the wedge while I'm fuckin for free
Scared to death like you stuck in a tree
I'ma stretch your ass out like I'm cuttin the deed
Frontin like a big man but
to Donny cove?
Through Killybegs, Kilkerry and Kildare?
How are things in Glocca Mora?
Is that willow tree still weeping there?
Does that lassie with
(TV voice 1)
He's as tall as a redwood tree,
He weighs 30,000 tons,
And he has the thorns of a hedgehog.
(TV voice 2)
Those are petty details,
All the cattle are standin' like statues,
All the cattle are standin' like statues,
They don't turn their heads as they see me ride by,
But a little
All the cattle are standin' like statues,
All the cattle are standin' like statues,
They don't turn their heads as they see me ride by,
But a little
All the cattle are standin' like statues,
All the cattle are standin' like statues,
They don't turn their heads as they see me ride by,
But a little
Everybody treats me like uh I'm the anti-christ
They want to kill my momma for giving me the life
I'm on my tree they say, I walk a different way
Get
All the cattle are standin' like statues,
All the cattle are standin' like statues,
They don't turn their heads as they see me ride by,
But a little
Everybody knows it's Christmas
Everybody's got a tree
Everybody knows it's Christmas
Everybody knows but me
Everybody's by the fire
Everybody's
to Donny cove?
Through Killybegs, Kilkerry and Kildare?
How are things in Glocca Mora?
Is that willow tree still weeping there?
Does that lassie with
the cattle are standin' like statues
All the cattle are standin' like statues
They don't turn their heads as they see me ride by
But a little brown maverick
on the east side of the city and it was very cold, rainy, sleeting sort of Christmas eve weather and the fire spread very fast, I believe it was started by
terrified
I been tryna Get these feelings out inside I'm paralyzed,
Same old tree, seen it all peaking through the blinds
I can't do it, how I used to climb.
sleep yea you know that I've been around
I don't play unless Its for keeps this ain't the playground
But you can get me by the old tree, just me
Hoping
boots
They want us set against each other, child support is the noose
same tree got the roots
Barring similar fruit
If Eve bit from the Apple she prolly
jeopardize, revolver gon' never lie
Feelin high when I'm sober, realize I'm gettin older
By the seconds on the watch, bout three blunts in
Got wiser to these
(Qué más te da
Qué más te da
Mhmm
Ooh I like that)
What if I lived on a tree house
And every lemon was sweet
If London was by the seaside
Then we
personal truth
Down for the weekend
Hop, Hop in the booth won't stop till i'm ina
Drop top no roof
On top stop by the block
Ye, pick up some boof
Some tree
motion
I guess that's just life
So help me my lover I need some of your therapy
The demons been dealt down the trunk of my family tree
She said your head
baby
them clothes off she soakin cant leave you alone, nah
been getting closer and i think we should focus baby
(ugh)
wrist bling, im blinded by
I
Can drift high like mist
Like mist
Gifts guide from the depths buried and kept
Imprisoned by my flesh hoping God call me collect
Envisioned pleasant
night came the knock'n at our door
of officer Ham lit by the fire of a torch
The Johnson's ole mule went and threw a shoe
And with it there chance
Cursed are those
Who trust in man
Blessed are those
Who's hope is Truth
Like a tree
Planted by the water
The roots grow deep
And reach for
tree
To shade, lay back for me
To shroud him in success
I only want his best
I wait what's meant for me
Waitn to be seen
Clouded by discomfort
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