Lyrics:
never sleeping and working on a neon tan
We played the barn down in Sanford, Florida
For Bev Roberts out in Camden Park
We plugged it in up east
Smith, Charles White
Pele, Romare Bearden
Robert Mugambi, Gordon Parks
Omar, John McLean
Mariam Makeba, Susan Taylor
Soul II Soul, Tom Bail
Antwan
cell boxing match mike sawyer roberts
Park down in norfolk shootouts jackson ward
Andre seward dats my road dawg mandatory
Parole indefinite I prayed
Spend'n like cash
lookin for my phone still
Drunk In Nashville
Legends
Roberts
Paradise park
On to the stage
Then Laylas bar
Boot barn sign says
2 for one
Hopes dashed to the floor
Like shattered teenage dreams
Boys living next door
Are never what they seem, oooh
A walk in the park can become a bad
Hopes dashed to the floor
Like shattered teenage dreams
Boys living next door
Are never what they seem, oooh
A walk in the park can become a bad
on a setting of four to five
People often ask me Robert
Where do I best park my car in the multi story car park
And I always tell them
Next to the shop that
to me ball she My #1 fan
2007 nigga me and bro in the aves
He didn't want a nigga to hustle so He did wat he can
Ballin at the Roberts Park wit a Couple
out Roberts park
Line up in the drout
From TDH to balmount
We was bidding it out
Only my real Westside niggahs
Know what I’m talking about
We played
that are all ages
Did they always clean the graffiti off of those monuments?
So I park my car on Robert E. Lee Boulevard
I chitter in the dark maybe I'm
guy think he seen a light in the dark.
That was Parks, he was the light,
When life was falling apart.
So one time, Long Live my brother Robert Camp
Who done told you that, girl? That's a story
Girl
Hit it out the park like Robert Horry, girl
Say that you gon' leave, ain't got no worry
Girl girl, I'm
motherfucking mobile
Told the skinny little freaks I will be over
Picked up two one light one dark
Where the picnic at? Roberts Park
There like Pooh we know ya
Robert Moses State Park, lamb in the sand
Blam blam a piggie try to put my fam' in the can
Strictly cop and go's, until we laid in the Galapagos
Eating
I walked through a county courthouse square
On a park bench an old man was sitting there
I said, your old courthouse is kinda run down
He said,
Well I don't need a caddy to make me happy
Or a flat up on park avenue
I don't need riches or treasures
All those high priced pleasures darling
Diamonds and the pearls, Harlem is the world
Outta town squares still banging Robert Earle
Cup full of syrup, crowded like a squirl
Fashion Week in Paris,
Park
And the judge he said for Roberts death
Transported you must be
To serve a term of fourteen years in convict slavery
Poacher bold my tale is
Hah
Yeah
Hah
(I ain't really finna tell y'all how to get away with murder and shit)
They call me Gucci Robert Kraft, I just picked Brady out
Robert etter at han spilte solo en hel kveld mens hun og mannen Tor har en romantisk aften på en benk i Kampen park, humrer at Robert er Norges største
of place
You are like this park
Very lovely
Very
I've never let you know
What a good, good man I think you are
And how much you've met Robert
I
Long summer nights in Central Park
Rides in a horse-drawn carriage
The ups and the downs
We made every second count
And you still make my heart go
Hawk
Nicht reich wie Robert Downey Junior oder fuckin' Tony Stark
Laber nicht von 'Lenciaga, weil ich keine Kohle hab
Peter Park Shit aye man ich werde
No, I wrote that in 1975
In Binghamton, New York
Ragged Old Flag
I walked through a county courthouse square
And on a park bench an old
Man was
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