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on the map We woke Up in Berkshire We were spitting fire In the 705 The trap is all vibey My niggas alright We woke Up in Berkshire We were spitting fire In
the street fully loaded Day in the city Oh what a pity I could be in Berkshire where the poppies are so pretty I could be in Berkshire where the poppies
the street fully loaded Day in the city Oh what a pity I could be in Berkshire where the poppies are so pretty I could be in Berkshire where the poppies
Stole the canoe from my neighbor's backyard Carried it out through Berkshires to the river at dark Black as a jack, spades o'er clubs Paddled into
was covered with snow So was the turnpike from Stockbridge to Boston The Berkshires seemed dream-like on account of that frosting With ten miles
was covered with snow So was the turnpike from Stockbridge to Boston The Berkshires seemed dream-like on account of that frosting With ten miles
was covered with snow So was the turnpike from Stockbridge to Boston The Berkshires seemed dream-like on account of that frosting With ten miles
was covered with snow So was the turnpike from Stockbridge to Boston The Berkshires seemed dream-like on account of that frosting With ten miles
was covered with snow So was the turnpike from Stockbridge to Boston The Berkshires seemed dream-like on account of that frosting With ten miles
was covered with snow So was the turnpike from Stockbridge to Boston The Berkshires seemed dream-like on account of that frosting With ten miles
of December was covered with snow And so was the turnpike from Stockbridge to Boston Lord, the Berkshires seemed dream-like on account of that frosting With
was covered with snow So was the turnpike from Stockbridge to Boston The Berkshires seemed dream-like on account of that frosting With ten miles
Chuck Willis - Berkshire Music Elvis Presley Music - BMI Feel so bad, feel like a ballgame on a rainy day, I feel so bad, feel like a ballgame
was covered with snow So was the turnpike from Stockbridge to Boston The Berkshires seemed dream-like on account of that frosting With ten miles
was covered with snow So was the turnpike from Stockbridge to Boston The Berkshires seemed dream-like on account of that frosting With ten miles
the Berkshires are where my heart is And when I see them in the distance I could cry Because I'm home In Massachusetts Where my daughters and my wife, they
I lost myself somewhere up in the Berkshire I went from Dallas, Texas to Nashville, Tennessee And everywhere I'd go, I'd seem to find you Waiting
Getting to the Vineyard As fast as I can Berkshires ablaze with color Everything covered The crisp air an old familiar friend The snow's engulfed the stop
rapper from Berkshire County But when I start to win is when is you're wishing you were around me I’m putting in all the hours cuz respect doesn’t come
gotta kill Raised on E. Warren, Berkshire to be exact Free my lil nigga Steve, Reggie doing ah fucking nat (Un huh) I'm the one to go to but baby I need
The first of December was covered with snow And so was the turnpike from Stockbridge to Boston Now the Berkshires, they seemed dream-like on account of that
a pretty girl, take her to the top of the world Life can be so fine, growing up on Berkshire county line ooh it can get so hard, when you are always changing
I want to sleep with you by the sea And watch the clouds fade into night Hand in hand through the leaves in The Berkshires We are the atmosphere
to your coffee like I am bugs bunny Niggas think I'm looney, I tune Em to my channel i carry these Berkshire niggas on my back no camel Like DND don't even
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