Lyrics:
birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go, we go to the back
Backyard bars servin' jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In
on to the next stop
The rest of us are handed rocks and a slingshot
Great face
White teeth
High wire vampire
Don't sleep
Big top
Full moon
High wire vampire
So
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Room, in the ass I hear, while
I was locked outside with Paula by a mischievous Patty, and my Then girlfriend Prissy was at
Work as a waitress at IHOP
what I mean
An ANTI NIGGA machine
I ain't got no radio edits!
Baby we don't come clean
Yet I
Stay on my JERU
A dirty rotten scoundrel
On the Southside
In
lettuce go
Incredible YO!
This is what I mean
An ANTI NIGGA machine
I ain't got no radio edits!
Baby we don't come clean
Yet I
Stay on my JERU
A dirty
come
To ride the storm, and damn the rest, oblivion
Royalty and dignitaries, brandy and cigars
Grey lady giant of the skies, you hold them in your
come
To ride the storm, and damn the rest, oblivion
Royalty and dignitaries, brandy and cigars
Grey lady giant of the skies, you hold them in your
money, got to get my dime
Sit down with her baby, wind is full of trash
She bold as the street light, dark and sweet as hash
Way down in the hollow,
home
'Fore your daddy finds us alone
Well, good god almighty we're a little too late
Ain't the first time it'll be okay
Full moon shining on you
shoot us
Regardless which way it blows
In the moon like we're Venus
Kites like UFOs
Nigga hold the door (hold the door, hold the door, hold the door)
a sit-down
Forget the studio and the mixdown
It's time to set it, you talkin loud without the credit
You clean like a radio edit
You couldn't tell that
Full moon Friday night after the game
Stars must have all lined up early that day
I just turned seventeen, she had me by a month
We were young, we
Thirteen
1st Avenue North in St. Pete, Cucumber Creepin'
Girl, watch me bend it til you think it'll break
I baked a cake full of dank but don't be afraid
a line at zip code 36555
I love that mailbox money from
Sea to shinin' sea
Nothing else comes close to stackin' up
'Cept the Full Moon Jubilee
Giggin' big
Wanlov and Open Mike
Hit you like Tina was hoping Ike
Wouldn't
Stop repping for Hiphop
We just couldn't
Listen to the radio play stuff they
Shouldn't
cannot erase
Take copy and paste
Penning these verses and eight
The penmanship I exude is of dystopian taste
Characterized by world issues full
Of drama
a cool breeze
Flyin' with my baby last Saturday night
Not a gray cloud floatin' in sight
Big full moon shinin' up above
Cuddle up honey, be my love
refuses to stop.
Many many years later I heard Freezing Moon by Mayhem and these words jumped out:
the cemetery lights up again, eternity opens
and I say
stopped, parks, pops his trunk
Snare pops loud as Glock shots
Bass like an M-80 in your face, cops stop, give us citation
We pause for radio station
the metro the moon is the only witness
Walking on broken glass Gina told me to stop throwing them bottles
Lately the vision gets darker no longer glisten i'm
a cool breeze
Flyin' with my baby last Saturday night
Not a gray cloud floatin' in sight
Big full moon shinin' up above
Cuddle up honey, be my love
my baby last Saturday night
Wasn't a gray cloud floating in sight
Big, full moon, shining up above
Cuddle up, honey, be my love
Sweetest little
a cool breeze
Flyin' with my baby last Saturday night
Not a gray cloud floatin' in sight
Big full moon shinin' up above
Cuddle up honey, be my love
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