Lyrics:
a muh'fucka
Hood of the hustlas and bloodsuckas
Back in the bricks with that wood
North, North, South, South, East, East, West, West
North, North, South,
got me on the line for you
Weaver, here I am in plain view
You've got me on the line for you
You're in the woods,
You're dropping breadcrumbs,
I'm
She is a weaver
Through her hands the bright thread travels
Blue green water, willows weeping, silver stars
She sings and sighs as the shuttle
She is a weaver
Through her hands the bright thread travels
Blue green water, willows weeping, silver stars
She sings and sighs as the shuttle
What Her Leaving Left
Written by: Jon Wood, Derek Austin, and Justin Weaver
Clothes scattered on the floor
Pictures hiding in a drawer
Found a note
CROWD: Burn, burn them up!
BEDEMIR: And what do you burn apart from witches?
VILLAGER #1: More witches!
VILLAGER #2: Wood!
BEDEMIR: So, why do witches
I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
Boys talkin down and boys wanna hate
I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
Boys talkin
I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
Boys talkin down and boys wanna hate
I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
Boys talkin
Many years ago I worked a shift
Down at Hamilton Web, Down at Hamilton Web
An old weaver's mill long past its day
Tucked away in a smugglers cove
It
Many years ago I worked a shift
Down at Hamilton Web
Down at Hamilton Web
An old weaver's mill long past its day
Tucked away in a smugglers cove
It
I dream of shooting stars
And Russian satellites
Out in the velvet void
As I lie awake on northern nights
Let's go
To the Church of the North Woods
Got a backwoods from the 6th and High
Back of the woods and we gonna get high
Never smoke on the low
In the 570
South ducking to the north
Take that
your heart?
Now I turn around and find I am lost in the woods
North is south, right is left, when you're gone
I'm the one who sees you home, but now
rest in ease
Because the North Memphis cafe got everything that you really need
I don't buy no wood, even buy no coal
I go to North Memphis cafe
the momentum that everything is placed in
Halle creation
The basket that's nameless
Weaver weaver nonbeliever either
I'm a speaker creature here to meet your
and raised on the stead block, braids no dreadlocks
Married to the hood, me and Scenic Woods wedlock
Acres Homes my home, I'm a Northside veteran
Repping
rest in ease
Because the North Memphis cafe got everything that you really need
I don't buy no wood, even buy no coal
I go to North Memphis cafe
ya
Rollin' Seville
(Rollin' Seville)
Grippin' my steal
(Grippin' my steal)
My Tahoe real, man, I'm workin' wood wheel
Sedan DeVille
(Sedan DeVille)
things out of iron, wood, and cement, shoeing horses and mules, repairing and making wagon wheels, processing foods, and making household products. He was
wood Green
Woodford colliers Wood
And then Croxley
Charing Cross king’s Cross St pancras
Brent Cross hatton Cross
Osterley
Balham borough
Chesham
Jamaica, che-ribi bang
Yes, Jamaica is a land weh full of adventure
Land of golden sunshine and, mi seh
Wood and water the famous Blue Mountain
the sea no avatar, but I dream in blue
We are the warriors, sheep herders, re-birthers and weavers
Nomadic, notorious, earth nurtures the searchers
guns in the silence of the wood,
And the icicles hang down like tusks under the parka hood;
When the stove-pipe smoke breaks sudden off, and the sky is
Into the woods
And I give her this wood
She asking for more
I just said that I could
Fuck an eighth I give her a seventh
And I give her this seven
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