Lyrics:
nothing can
Stop us, straight to the top
Nothing can pull us
Just for the guala, broski so focus
Federal boy, feeling so pompous Eyes on the BAG I can't get
standing in a forest of reasons
Well I can't get up no more
Though I tried standing in a forest of reasons
Driving into the sun light
I've been
Na, na, na, na, na, ah, yay
Na, na, na, nayi riddim
Burning marijuana pon di corna
It keep mi calma, it mek mi smarta
Burning on di highway, it's di
on
The Lord is a virgin forest
The Lord is a forest ranger
The Lord is a meal for the poorest of the poor
A welcome door to the stranger
Tears and flowers
the head
Because we runnin' on the highway, pushin' them thangs
With the chick givin' pranks, and this on the bang
Pocket full of bread, watchin' for
whip the fentanyl
Bad bitch she loving that fashionova
Her ass getting fatter she want some more
Take her to Lenox spend federal dough
Don't waste time
March down freedom highway, oh yeah
Marching each and every day
March down freedom highway, oh yeah
Marching each and every day
Made up my mind,
Forest, to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and me
Nobody livin' can ever stop me
As I go walkin' that freedom highway
No one livin'
This land is your land, this land is my land
From California, to the New York Island
From the Redwood Forest
To the Gulf Stream waters
This land was
Na, na, na, na, na, ah, yay
Na, na, na, nayi riddim
Burning marijuana pon di corna
It keep mi calma, it mek mi smarta
Burning on di highway, it's di
Forest, to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and me
Nobody livin' can ever stop me
As I go walkin' that freedom highway
No one livin'
Suge
Pop if you could, watch if you would
Nigga go platinum from the federal pen
Go 150 months, and come home gettin rich again
Nigga it's sicker
of the Oklahoma plains
And the white line of the highway in my rear view mirror
I feel fine I feel strong I feel young and I feel free
Out on the lonesome highway
for it
I be riding through the woods, city, and the forest
I'm still busting on the highways breaking jugs down
Still have 'bout fifty pills, still
As I went walking that ribbon of highway
I saw above me that endless skyway
I saw below me that golden valley
This land was made for you and me
As I went walking that ribbon of highway
I saw above me that endless skyway
I saw below me that golden valley
This land was made for you and me
the story go
They was here first, you put it in reverse
You didn’t even call for a hearse when you
Left them dying in your country
Car radios, highway hoes,
the Redwood Forest, to the Gulf Stream Waters
This land was made for you and me
As I went walking that ribbon of highway
I saw above me that endless skyway
This land is your land, this land is my land
From California, to the New York Island
From the Redwood Forest, to the Gulf Stream Waters
This land was
Mama!
Don't listen to this song
Hit it
This bitch best not look at me sideways
Take a right turn doin' 90 on the highway
Open them legs, that's right
the hammer down,
It's the country-fried truck endorsed by a clown!
Canyonero! (Yah!) Canyonero!
[Krusty:] Hey Hey
The Federal Highway commission has
This could be the last time that I ever see you
My dear friend name Forest keeps falling away from me
My mother had told me that he was a spaceshot
And you couldn't see a city
On that marbled bowling ball
Or a forest or a highway
Or me here, least of all
You couldn't see these cold water restrooms
And you couldn't see a city
On that marbled bowling ball
Or a forest or a highway
Or me here, least of all
You couldn't see these cold water restrooms
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