Lyrics:
and braless, she's fixed and high as
Flings her arms and shouts, to anyone in earshot, whoever
Said New Zealand is cold was, telling lies
Stones' tongue
nothing but, had plenty of spirit
Lyrics unexplicit outta respect for my parents
From New Zealand Aotearoa represent
Loud and proud and comfortable in my
little cabin on some New Zealand bay
Let's run away
Let's run away
No one on earth gets me like you do
I like to think that I kinda get you too
You're
and they're prepared to pursue it
Get us then we drills 'em
Having plenty thrills, I'm Wellington New Zealand banging her with a chest like Wendy Williams
been on the same shit, getting brain, I'm such a wise guy
Niggas took shots, plenty, South Park, Kenny, I don't die die
I'm not just gonna slide
it
You've earned it
Come on then
Let's go off to New Zealand
Christchurch would be perfect
Is that what you're thinking
I'd bartend
And you'd work in
Ireland
Really no way home call me Spider Man
From England New Zealand
Greenland Poland
No mans land
Im a nomad in your land
Across pond fisherman
First
hear me speak but they don’t like it wanna I preach
She lives in New Zealand singing melodies to sheep
I’m in Center City eating NYPD pizza
Let’s go spin
leaves
Through red moon Uluru
And great barrier reefs
It flew past New Zealand
Through Capricorn Tropic
From cloud-headed mountains
To towns so
in New Zealand
I know the rest will be unsaid
50 Knots out now from inland
Paddling inside my makeshift bed
I catch your face from in the ocean
Vicki
imagine moths to flame
Fetish for fire play, tugging a lion's mane
Trying to escape unscathed from its violent rage
But scarred plenty, reservoir empty
Onto New Zealand pines
Ranger locked the gates
I took cover under
The dead wood and fragrant vines
You were my proof
You were my wetsuit
I will
know all my Boston cats
Especially overseas when we go to New Zealand
Or Switzerland or someth'
Croatia, rollin' up a backwood
Out in Sweden and Norway,
bitches in LA
Plenty bitches in the Bay
Got tired of the ones in my city
She wanna know where I lay
She wanna know where I stay
Might let her come over
to New Zealand where the craic it only starts
of Blue and Green
And moving through these cooler regions
In Stewart Island, New Zealand..Feelin like God shining on me
Feelin like...I got designer on me
wished that I was dead or somewhere else instead
I had a shot after I skipped breakfast
I heard somebody talk about the wines of New Zealand
It was hard
I am able to either afford or avoid this frenzy,
Bro, why don't you go on a shopping spree.
The sun & mild New Zealand weather brings some degree
it's never ending
In South Africa to New Zealand
Clocking many yea before I'm leaving
I got family Count em up
Brothers and sisters Count em up
Real
down and still I roll
Plenty tread left on these souls
Lead this horse to water
I've been to Hotel Belfar
New York ain't nothin but rats and cars
I've
I dont got a forte
I just get a bag and then i show up to my court date
Speeding through New Zealand for the weekend in a porche
We can go to Chile i
this is our life
Parks and recreation, every last time
I wanna know know know know
How far you're willing to go go go go
Hit up New Zealand on the low
Well, I was walking down the High Road
And this guy stops me
He'd just got in from New Zealand
And he was looking for mushy peas
I said, no, we
takes me home
Philadelphia, I'm coming to you when the night falls
Chicago, Las Vegas and the Bay, no, it won't be long
Then it's Sweden, New
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