Lyrics:
You looked at me like I was crazy
When I said mam'm to that little old lady
You ain't heard talk like that lately
But I can see, it's got you
The fields were perched like cinders rivers all dried up
When a stranger appeared in a little town they called Dried Gulge
When he said I'm
Crashing through the raging sea flagship og the line
Comander of the English fleet the greatsest of her time
Searching the horizon a thousand leagues
they see me on the big screen
Ha, ha, ha
I crack myself up
I know I talk lot but I can back myself up
Got a little house on the beach that's where I
gonna peak
Most number ones, number ones in a nigga league
I think your girl, think your girl, fell in love with me
She say my fuck and my tongue game
Altitude high, I ain't falling homie
This make me think back to mechanic street or Ivy League
The little series of a young kid moving idly
From a small
Will be the same day M.T.v. Play videos
That was a little joke, voila
Praises due to the most high, Allah
Praises due to the most fly, Prada
Baby I'm
the harvest
Adaptation is the trap in which the artist meets the forest
Swing you're little ax, or be an oak tree if you can
Either way, adapt to circumstance
with his kill, we're going under, slipping in
Under the water, don't think we'll recover
Twisted and broken, ten thousand leagues choking
Sinking
sleeping
For two thousand years
He's looking for his little children
When they will appear
Beyond the green valleys and dark woods
The Great Stone lies
to Swan Lake, and beyond
Antwan raps on, raps on, clap off clop on
I switch the flow so quick you cannot fathom
I take a submarine two thousand leagues
to sign tracts
Where the dotted line at
Diamond in the rough
Finding me's like finding 9 Shaqs
Out in 1000 oaks looking for a place to dine at
Get into
How much closer can I really get to God?
The birds, my bells, the forest smells
The trees, a thousand steeples
Sunday morning in my white oak
drop music motivates a generation
All color barriers are broken when
I rock the nation
From senior citizens to minors
In the little league from thugs
I liked the way
You made me breathe
Drifting a thousand leagues
Above the sea
I have this little hideaway
In my mind
It'll be fine, maybe this time
Twelve thousand leagues undersea next to Vasa's remains
Crowds gather far and wide to catch a glimpse of their manes
Fear their descriptions
Botox, boob-job
Thousand dollar shoes
Handlers, stalkers
Paparazzi news
Congratulations
You've made the big league now
Congratulations
You're
po' before
I became this household name
I was playin them Little League games
Nobody curred if I go 0-for-3
Nobody out hurr rootin for me but my
get nervous
And a little
Tongue tied
It's just that you're out of my league
And you're so pretty
I'm not
Qualified
I don't even know where to go from
to intrigue the thots in my league
Get the only motherfucker with
Like three chains on
In a free range range with
Like three gay broads
Who are all interested
the battle like a Pagan is
Im never gonna take it in and nobody can break it in
As-salamu alaykum for the bacon
And a little bit of coke I put the cake in
shadows
Let life be life
And keep on dreaming
Let light be light
Let shadows be shadows
Let life be life
And keep on dreaming (little boy)
head and thanked the Lord for all I've got
Little league and family picnics in the park
Both our folks are doing well, the circle's filling out
I
Well, I grew up singing Amazing Grace
In a little white church in the woods
My mama prayed hard for all of her boys
But her praying didn't do a bit
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