Lyrics:
me
Everything will work out well
You always believed
My luck would never fail
Through the lava fields we go
Down to the sink where the brown trout
give a fuck about clout brown trout touts out
like a monster drippin out the closet
I'm iced out these baguetties stone flash out
No blue ocean by the river this a brown trout
Shells pouring outside
It just kept staring up at me
Like a big brown trout
So I got some bog roll on my
Hand and fished the fucker out
I thought
‘What am I gonna do with
Searching for a river
And a little brown trout love
Oh whoaaaaa
It’s slow and steady
Gotta find the current
When the road gets a little heavy
I’ll jump off
town
Where everyone's from somewhere else
And wishes you never came around
Where the rivers are blue
And the trout are brown
And you could eat forever
If
route, so I’m flight bound/
Nice town, had me eating trout and the rice brown/
Aint nobody do it like Brown/
I been through it all, taking falls where you
brown and a breeze too
Pack up the meat, sweet, we're headin' out
For Wichita in a pile of fruit
Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch
full of pus
Yea, heavy and a bottle of bread
Yea, heavy and a bottle of bread
Yea, heavy and a bottle of bread
It's a one-track town, just brown
of pus
Yea, heavy and a bottle of bread
Yea, heavy and a bottle of bread
Yea, heavy and a bottle of bread
It's a one-track town, just brown and a breeze
full of pus.
Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread
Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread
Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread
It's a one-track town, just brown
of pus
Yea, heavy and a bottle of bread
Yea, heavy and a bottle of bread
Yea, heavy and a bottle of bread
It's a one-track town, just brown and a breeze
On the Asymptotic Nature of Longing
Fist goes in
Fist goes out
Fist now smells of
Rotten trout
Fists goes in
Something split
Fists now smells
Liquor in a brown bag, stopped by the quick sack
'Bout to go missing like cans in a 12-pack
Little bitty hillbilly, swerving like drones
Small
to married bro just jarring
Who is jurking na?
Seen this shit, bro
Roadman was right
They duck out come out with cc belt
And know to dealt they got trout
Slip
no gym
We takin' them shots, but not on no rim
No Gronk but I be on the route
I'm a big grouper of nigga no I'm not a trout
Kangaroo vibes keep
to get respect in my town
I'm too deep in my sauce, I might drown
I'm a classic hit, I'm the new James Brown
It's a man's world, I put that on solid ground
requests he’s a real Boy Scout
No Wagon Wheel, No Brown Eyed Girl
Spends too much time on his phone
Justin Hawkins rides again
But not to worry he’s always
We have all been wasting our time
For sunlight
There's only so much we'll take
Far from the only light brown ocean
She was only biding her time
couldn't get over the way the sun glistened
Inside of them pretty brown eyes
She knew from the start
She set me apart
I wasn't like them other guys
Walked
There's a girl over there
With long brown hair
I took her to the place
I threw the mattress in her face
Took off her shirt
Took off her bra
young snails
As brown as the seaweed on old rusty nails
There's fireflies dancing in the cool evening breeze
There's love and romancin' as nice
a ball of fire
Golden sound, blow the town, 'lo attire
Brown haze leather swampy like the Everglades
I'll switch a style so that I'm ready when the era
discriminate black, brown and trans
Hyper-masculine
Orange face small hands
Don't you fuckin think for a minute my people won't take a stand
Cat's outta the bag
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