Lyrics:
By those thighs
You rather have me
In cowboy boots
Saying my name is Clyde
But I don't say sweet nothings
So Sly and devil gleam
Sip your Jim beam babe
she got 500 artists on her phone, aye
My whole world, one girl
Too good, three words
You & me like yin & yang
Made for each other, Barbie & Ken
Red sun,
nigga
My team smoking that green
If you ain't seen me then you must be a lame, nigga
And I'll give you three shots hold this heat down
Shorty pussy so
#2: It could be carried by an African swallow!
GUARD #1: Oh, yeah, an African swallow maybe, but not a European
swallow, that's my point.
GUARD #2:
I execute this rebuke, good master
He said, these cometh not out, but by prayer and fasting
Like, one, two, three, four, five, knock a demon down
The Rap God I do this
Talented down to my roots bitch
Chopped samples on my piano
Acapella acoustic
Smooth shit
Why you worried bout what I do bitch
Get
the corner.
Close to the end, down by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
III. I Get Up, I Get Down
Anderson/Howe
In her white lace
You
right?!
(Beat Change) V21 Woman 3
Same here!
V22 Woman 4
Me too!
V23 Woman 1
My husband said,
Dear woman, “you’re out of your head!”
(Beat Change) V24
on lessons experience, once taught
Continuly proceed by any means see fit
This has been a brief reflection of how I lived
*Chorus*
*Verse 3*
(Feleti)
Allow
And they never would come down
Turn around and hold me
I'd like to see your face alone
I'm hoping there's someone home
[Instrumental Acoustic Guitar
the corner.
Close to the end, down by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
III. I Get Up, I Get Down
Anderson/Howe
In her white lace
You
on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket
A phone in my left pocket
World of neon
I’m walking down the neon-lit street
A cityscape of dreams and mystery
hands on my hips and I was sucked into the woven threads
I found myself walking slowly down a back street
In the French Quarter on a hot August night
I
Gadsden, Alabama
My name is Wayne, I'm from Alabama
Here's the back story
I just fell off the turnip truck with Ernest Tubb
I'm 33, I've got 3 kids
teach them in the schools?
Who'd make the beggers keep in line? Learn them all the rules?
Who's tell us whitewash windows? When to take down doors
to roll
I got the strap by the seam of my clothes
Show a lil nigga this cutta on me not even his beef but his mans get expose
Putting down pressure you
days
Up and down, coast to coast
Better know better
And these are the waves we take on
Walking in the rain and the
Thunder of the waves
Keep away in my
and my acoustic
I'll be gone, I'm chucking the deuces
I'm so glad I let you down
I'm so glad I let you down
Wait, hold up
All she wanna do is get high,
you down just to prove it
Three layers deep, still keep my dreams lucid
Third eye blind till I ate a few shroomies
Then by the third time I was trippin
see, Um
I'm probably the man that you oughta be
Modern rap is stand up comedy
This is a problem see, hands down
This is my prophecy plan until coffin
they spin, you freeze in ya souped up paint clean
Fifties, amps, six by nines and thangs
Comin down the block, let my sub straight bang
Like, "Fuck
One, two, look at you
Three, four, she locked the door
I keep knockin' and knockin' and knockin' and knockin'
She was born in Paris
At the age of 21
a monster the world would talk shit
He can see the sunken, place the upside down
Travel to a paradigm that can't be found
A parallel universe made
dream
They do
Glad I'm still not
What world?
I create when I dream, in my life when I die
Fix that tie
When I die
Fix that tie
When I die
Fix that tie
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