Lyrics:
such man I'd like to speak
A rapparee by name and deed
His family dispossessed and slaughtered
They put a price upon his head
His name is known
heart might be beating out of tempo
Like an instrumental
Hold up, be there in tiempo
Got a spring up in my step because it's spring up in the west
Or is
heart might be beating out of tempo
Like an instrumental
Hold up, be there in tiempo
Got a spring up in my step because it's spring up in the west
Or is
days vicariously
Blinded by all the light we cannot see
Handed down stories, cave walls to pens
Worth tellin' again and again
I call these modalities
Narrows, Casino Rama stands.
Where there once were only sparrows, people come from other lands.
To the west lie hills aplenty, if skiing is your thing,
it's crack, 200 grams
I pump a G-pack, peepin' for where the D's at
It's slow, lookin' for Rambo
The cop who got grazed back in the days
Chasin'
So his work was taught and saved
Ironically which led the west
Back into a cave
But he paved the way for his student
With the system model
Just
drop top
Want the Axel Foley life, talkin Beverly Hills cop
Two shots, we sip a lot, one shot, that's all you got
She just wanna be on the scene, stuntin
straight and feet planted wide,
un-tip-over-able like the bamboo'd undulating hills,
walking slowly, making eye contact, gliding,
the sound of empty wind
a chill
When the lights of a big semi topped the hill
Lord, I sure was glad to hear them air brakes come on
And I climbed in that cab, where I knew it'd
I'll make 30
Desert Eagle, my nails dirty
I'mma think on life and I'd die for it
Made a mill, you ain't even know it
Tell Iluminati I'm down for it
Call
They caught me leading the wave
House in the hills and its built in a cave
I cannot move like a slave
They do the most for minimum wage
Press down
California Okies
Mae Elizabeth Overstreet 1989 Songwriter Name change in process 2020
We left those Oklahoma hills in 1942
Heading west on route
don't care if I'm living out a can o' beans
I'm tryna go out west
Ever since a teen, I feel it's in my Gene's
I'm tryna go out west
By all and any means
depressed, lads,
Maybe because they're Celts
For Drake is going West, lads,
And so is everyone else.
Hurray, hurray, hurray!
Misery's here to stay.
depressed, lads,
Maybe because they're Celts
For Drake is going West, lads,
And so is everyone else.
Hurray, hurray, hurray!
Misery's here to stay.
her favour win
I'd stand beside her and weave by steam
My father to me scornful said
How could you fancy a factory maid
When you could have girls
I look around at the first signs of spring,
willow trees pushing out leaves of light green.
I got a cave in my backyard, reminds me of all the scary
From then until the end of the following week
No hesitation, no question necessary
I'd retire in Carmel-by-the-Sea
If I only had one choice where my
of the funk freaka
Yes yes y'all
I'll be the one with the mad Buddha blast y'all
Comin' from the west y'all
But I figure
You'd cry like a bitch
Don't
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
of the funk freaka
Yes yes y'all
I'll be the one with the mad Buddha blast y'all
Comin' from the west y'all
But I figure
You'd cry like a bitch
Don't
drop top
Want the Axel Foley life, talkin Beverly Hills cop
Two shots, we sip a lot, one shot, that's all you got
She just wanna be on the scene, stuntin
drop top
Want the Axel Foley life, talkin Beverly Hills cop
Two shots, we sip a lot, one shot, that's all you got
She just wanna be on the scene, stuntin
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