Lyrics:
It's not cricket to picket, not cricket
Oh, no it's just not coming for to picket
You haven't any right you know, you're acting in great haste
she's up against the wall
I can't name names cause that's not cricket
I can't name names that would put me in it
But that's another story in
and he's out to take your wicket
And you know that that's not cricket.
He'll baffle you with googlies with leg breaks and off spin
But keep a level
over and you see
We're not lonesome my cricket and me
[ guitar ]
Oh your picture reminds me that I wanted to be free
How hurtin' my God I've drove you
not delusional
I'm not confused, you know
Yeah there's a scorpion in my room I know
It's not a cricket, no
Least I don't think so
Yeah there's
When I get it I add it than flip it
Yah, lil wodie I'm from Mississippi
Hattiesburg is the city
All that joking I'm not yur cricket
Mind yur business
One of these mornings bright and early and fine
Goodnight, goodnight
Not a cricket, not a spirit going to shout me on
Goodnight, goodnight
I go walking
strip' em and clip 'em
X pill made me hit a 6 nah I'm not talking' bout cricket
I'm with my kniggas we be winning with my kniggas we be sinning
And we
It's just not cricket
Bowling well and not taking wickets
N I see you with him
Wonder why I can't win
Take me away
It's a game that I don't wanna
this was something different
This was something new
Wicked is wicked and that's not cricket now
Once your elbow struck my belly
Oh, that low blow down
you'd see
We're not lonesome, my cricket and me
Your picture reminds me I wanted to be free
I hurt you I drove you away
If you'd just come back over
unfair, play dirty
It’s not cricket
Looking on the bright side of life
Isn’t always the ticket
When the black cloud descends
It’s not chosen, you don’t pick
bitches
Bowler hat with smithens
Yeah that’s wicked, yeah this hat ting different
Seen some baseball bats in boots not cricket
That’s mad white girl on man
of squalor
Impregnates the walls
The rats have all got rickets
They spit through broken teeth
The name of the game is not cricket
Caught out on Beasley
Never admit that anything went wrong
It's all a triumph can't you see
It rains on the good, like the wicked
Not that it should, it's not cricket
But oh
This the life I chose and now
I gotta live it
I'm making my money
Straight from a digit
Different ball game so this is not cricket
This is real
You'll be lucky, much more than simply lucky
To even get out of here alive
This ain't a tag-team, and it's certainly not cricket
no- one is on your side
my brains away
Let's play Bacci and Horseshoes and Croquet
But no, not cricket 'cause I can't say their names
And I'll go to Finally Al's
you’d see,
We're not lonesome, my cricket and me.
Your picture reminds me I wanted to be free
I hurt you I drove you away
If you'd just come back
like a chauffeurs
Soon pulling up in Range Rovers like I'm from the 6 but not cricket overs
Suit and tie briefcase and loafers conversating with
like wickets call me versatile this is not cricket but i switch hits,
Try to compare with me your career crumble like biscuits
All who badmind diin, my
em
Perhaps Jack, I make you wanna clap to the rhythm
Well yo, I'm wicked, not Jimminy Cricket or Davy Crockett
Some niggas wanna rock it when they
I woke with a start
Crying bullets, beating heart
To hear all God's creatures
Roaring again
Not a cricket was creaking,
Or a floorboard was
La, la, la
La, la, la
It was the season of the cricket, black field crickets did abound
Could be found, on the ground, all around
A plague of grackles
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