Lyrics:
Every time you throw it back
Every time
We have fun
But You can’t have me
I can’t be yo baby daddy
They say sav he
Such a nigga
No baby I got trust issues
swallowed my unborn kids
that’s white clay from that redhead white Boi
In Gwinnett they said I never should have let me out the psych ward
20 K around my
I took a sup of black gold
From a brown stained, china bowl,
Blue snake smoke from a pipe of Lou’siana rolled,
Lazy like from a white clay pipe
If you ever go back into Wooley Swamp son you better not go at night
There's things out there in the middle of them woods
That'd make a strong man
hit a switch and the whole back seat turned into a god damn bedroom
6 fifteens, candy coated riding clean
Every time I pull out a new whip I cause
[CHORUS]
Cause I been round these parts out here just chasing destiny red clay
And I been down so long but I Cain let time get the best of me red
on it
Build your corn field whiskey bonfires on it
(Dirt)
You bet your life on it, yeah
It's that elm shade, red rust clay you grew up on
That
on it
Build your corn field whiskey bonfires on it
(Dirt)
You bet your life on it, yeah
It's that elm shade, red rust clay you grew up on
That
some time to mold yo clay
Fuck what anybody say
If it make you happy gone an do it
No ones in ya way
Take some time to get away
Slow it down and find ya
ice on my hands cuz my diamonds is frosted (ice)
White bitch coming over she eating the chocolate (you know it)
Then it's back to the trap maximizing
If you ever go back into Wooly Swamp son you better not go at night
There's things out there in the middle of them woods
That'd make a strong man
in a race
Black and white checker wave
High-tech whip got a spaceship interface
Downtown in the H
We just past Minute Maid
Last minute right flash life
If you ever go back into Wooley Swamp well you better not go at night
There's things out there in the middle of them woods
That'd make a strong man
hairstyle, and your whole point of view
The way you lick your lips and stare
You tell me that's a habit, hmm, yeah
Honey coated legs with not one scar
hairstyle, and your whole point of view
The way you lick your lips and stare
You tell me that's a habit, hmm, yeah
Honey coated legs with not one scar
my funk and find tone even smoke up blues with 18th Street
I cut massively with sneaky styles like Dick Dastardly
Look at the letter-coated afro
intro (Clay-Doh)
(Clay-Doh the World Destroyer)
(Ohhhhhh)
Boy, y'all better wake the fuck up
Bizarre
What up, Magik Ninga
Yeah
That's Tha Juan
(They Knocking they knocking)
Word on the block Mr. Raw back in town
I'm flooding the streets watch out you might drown
Oh shit what is that sound Clay
lose track of time
Blew by our exit going 100 in a 55
Now we're stuck here on the side of the road
Walking back to a gas station from 7 miles ago
It
Oh that others might see
The ruler of the nations
The king who simply spoke
And gave birth to creation
Red, yellow, black and white
Yes we are all
attracting all capsules back to the dark space from where they entered.
The String Theory was right.
At the end of the white-to-black journey, Leonard was
feet.
The scary one is back with clothes so white and clean;
And her face that's coated with a quarter inch of cream-cold cream
She's the one who
Phil Smith, an older
No nonsense problem-solver from back home
Who wears thick glasses, a white
T-shirt, and seems perpetually
Mysteriously tense
We
or shower,
Until I get my money back,
I gotta get my money up,
I'm 24 hours
I'm up 24 hours
Damn, it's a good day
Damn, it's a good day
Call Drummer Boy
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