Lyrics:
Dark water flows in the Blackwood River
Going no-one knows on the Blackwood River
One day you should go to the Blackwood River
Through the mist
on Blackwood Road I wake up when the rooster crows
It ain't easy to leave behind
Thought I'd die out here, where I lost all my hair
Out on Blackwood Road
Spent
dope up under my drawers
Mr. Mr. Cop oneself, Mr. Fuckin' Blackwood
Straight up loonin' the ting, in his bitch fuck that drew no clique
Mr. Mr. Cop
(Ha-ha-ha-ha)
Blackwood is my hometown
Vampires, zombies, and a clowns (he-he-he-he)
Took a walk around the Dracula's castle
Suck a blood from other
shawty look mad good
I hit from the back said I tap good
She shakin' her ass and it clap good
I know how to Mack like I'm Blackwood
But I don't play for
twice a year at the National Guard Armory
Or the old school house we'd go see
The Blackwood Brothers who were coming to town
To sing especially for me.
my age
And the shows would last for hours on the
Opry tree house stage
And the dreams of little children echo still
On Blackwood Hill
I recall the day
a life to put others to rest
And I'll shake in the morning, with my wavering eye
He's gone up to Blackwood, he'll be there all night
Well Grandaddy lived
and the rain
Pouring through the valley like a runaway train
In the moonshine as the blackwoods sleep
Water runs sweet, swift and deep
When I die, and sleep
I’m so blackwood you can’t change me
Every girl I fuck wit end up having a baby
It’s never my baby
I’m never raw dawgin these ladies
My town gettin
and goblins
Smoking that blackwood we got that OG
Notice
Feel like great sage cause she nosey
Went ahead cop me that rollie
Slime Diaries slice of life
Notice
tie and bobby pins up in the Blackwood
Yah gotta go and get it fast (Fast)
Love a shorty in her bag
Rolling up a Backwood
Reaching for the grinder in
tie and bobby pins up in the Blackwood
Yah gotta go and get it fast (Fast)
Love a shorty in her bag
Rolling up a Backwood
Reaching for the grinder in
tie and bobby pins up in the Blackwood
Yah gotta go and get it fast (Fast)
Love a shorty in her bag
Rolling up a Backwood
Reaching for the grinder in
fucking sulk
I'm the fucking goat
Ain't no fucking joke
We be moving pressure
Blackwood on the counter
I present the bag
Know I'm motherfucking pressure
Afrobeats on the radio
African dolly on my radar
Backwoods Therapy
Backwoods Backwoods Blackwoods
Like it's Therapy
Handling with care
Handling
go without eating
Stunting on these hoes without thinking
Can't compare we not competing
Telfar when I pop out
Blackwood till I fall out
Bank account
Royal
Yeh
Give her all the Fenty she could ever want
She ain't into Fendi, it don't fit her look
Brandon Blackwood handbags
Telfar to add, guess I'm
She want that Brandon Blackwood
She want that Telfar
She want that Nikes by Davy Fresh
That's what I'm on
Taylor made by Virgil
Dapper Dan my
know it's all good
Lemme get the Blackwood, yeah
Late nights in London (Yeah)
Late nights in London, yeah
Late nights in London
See a star go running,
blackwoods
Baby умоляла, меня кончить с дрянью
Но я остался тем, кто был всегда за гранью
Снова в кодеине, я забыл про грусть
Я отупел от Dope но я ролю Juice
From the cradle of the old night
From the cradle of the old night
Rise! Rise!
The descendant of the blackwoods
From the cradle of the old night
Blackwood (Look)
Парни просят своих дам, пока hoe снимает loot (Loot)
Давай-ка, bae, найдём (Что), что в тебе не так (What)
Why уходит парень, кто же
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"Blackwood", he mumbled and shuttered the blind
This word sent shivers down our hero's spine
About this site he heard since he was a child
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