Lyrics:
Russian Jew,
Russian G.
Russian Jude,
Russian жид.
Russian rude boy,
Bassline kid.
Russian grove store,
Russian cheat.
Шалом my mandem,Шабат вне
Men in robes burning children in the funeral pyre
Fear and loathing, child
In Sacramento, no…
They rape and murder kids at the Bohemian Grove
an ocean will rise so prepare for the low, woah
Only a kid talks shit, playing adult
I don't hear what she spits through the Grapevine Grove
Only a kid
and reverence abide
Twenty years on with kids and our mom, standing in the grove of giant trees
Climbing Moro Rock, clinging to the top, in the wind, the canyon
Down the road, and up the hill
Round the bend, and behind the mill
When just a kid I used to go
To a place called shady grove
That is where I first
home
I must speak up and unveil the truth
Though it might cost your souls
It all started in that cave years ago
Where we played as kids, near
There's a murder on the corner Of 100 Briar Grove
Wife and Kids on Sunday morning
'Cause they know something we don't know
And he's on the run from
guitar I'll make up songs to sing.
Sparklin' springs from the mountainside
Join the Big Sur river rushing to the tide
Where my kids can search for sea
a queen you a hoe
In my heart there's a hole
Light up the castle and sit on my throne
Please won't you leave me alone
Slaughter these kids like bohemian
toting 45’s out in Grove Street
Kid got the codeine and mixed in syrup
Momma found out and she fixing to tear up
Wounded up cooking up bricks with
That's where my friend sits, whooooaaaa
At Pecorino Grove
That's where my friend sits, whooooaaaa
At Pecorino Grove
All of the kids are boppin' to the beat
And on my old guitar I'll make up songs to sing.
Sparklin' springs from the mountainside
Join the Big Sur river rushing to the tide
Where my kids can
kid to school past the pound shop, Woolworth's
Under bridge, where the subway the daytime, and the Westway flies by
Then on my bike, down the Ladbroke
to slide by the way she touch her toes
But been wild kid
Since I grew on park grove
Now I'm stepping to the ladies like, "Baby what you on?" (What you on)
the kid be (Grove)
You really ain't there (No)
Rude ting, this ain't Brazilian hair (Ah)
Cooly, I brought the Trinian hair
Get drilly, it's clear (Brrt)
to the oceanside
Where the kids can look (Big Sur mount)
For sea shells at low tide (do do do do, do do do do do)
Big Sur my astrology, it says that I am made
22nd and Love Grove
As a kid that used to be my home
I used to stay up in the liquor store
Top ramen honey buns 50cent sodas
And all i ever wanted
Paul Robeson, he's the man
That faced the Ku Klux Klan
On hollow grove's golfing ground
His words come sounding
And all around him there
problem
I know he gon' fold
Fuck wit the kid
put his ass in the grove
Six bullets in
Your toes gon' be froze
I put you in a coffin
That shit gon' be cold
Back to the time when I was a kid
To the sounds of crickets and the katydids
It's called ho-o-ome
On the front porch swingin'
And the fern pots hangin'
You decide to keen your pride
I ain't waiting ain't got no patience
Raised by the Grove I ain't got an education
24 7 shawty fuck a vacation
walking in Tower Grove
Tower, Tower Grove
Busch baby, Busch baby
Drinkin' Bud Light in Busch Stadium
Have I told you lately, told you lately
That you drive
today
All around the nation (whoa oh)
We're the new sensation
Have you heard? have you heard? have you heard?
We're kids incorporated k. I. d. s.
We're
anything
Then he brings me to his castle in Coconut Grove
War stories about dudes both of us know
Never heard drunken words spoken so slow
A year go by,
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