Lyrics:
to the black you were my lady divine
'Cause my children are in hiding
Mortor and pestle they grind
Those songs whistled through white teeth do scuff the days
In America you'll get food to eat
Won't have to run through the jungle
And scuff up your feet
You'll just sing about Jesus and drink wine all day
It's my time
Gather round girls
You I grew up with
My old friends that I used to scuff with
Need you round me
At this time
You've all
living or dying when you're young
And your troubles are all very small
Out here on the street we'd gather and meet
And scuff up the sidewalk
With
when you're young
And your troubles are all very small
Out here on the street we'd gather and meet
And scuff up the sidewalk
With endlessly restless
Tough like the scuff on a pair of old leather boots
Like the blue-collar, red-dirt attitude
Like a .38 made out of brass
Tough like the stuff in
In America you'll get food to eat
You won't have to run through the jungle and scuff up your feet
You'll just sing about Jesus and drink wine all
ground
Sit down
Bolt scuff jilt chase
Circle riddle shake in haste
Sit down
Bolt scuff jilt chase
Circle riddle shake in haste
Sit down
You can drink my liquor
You can call my lady
You can take my money
You can smoke my blunt
Scuff these Jordans
You can say you hate me
You can
In America, you get food to eat
Won't have to run through the jungle and scuff up your feet
You'll just sing about Jesus and drink wine all day
In America, you get food to eat
Won't have to run through the jungle and scuff up your feet
You'll just sing about Jesus and drink wine all day
In America you get food to eat
Don't have to run through the jungle and scuff up your feet
You just sing about Jesus and drink wine all day
It's
Gather round men, you I grew up with
My old friends that I used scuff with
Need you around me at this time
You've all had your turn to cry
to the black you were my lady divine
'Cause my children are in hiding
Mortor and pestle they grind
Those songs whistled through white teeth do scuff the days
Tough like the scuff on a pair of old leather boots
Like the blue-collar, red-dirt attitude
Like a .38 made out of brass
Tough like the stuff in
Gather round girls you I grew up with my old friends that I used scuff with
I need your tender words so kind
You've all had your turn to cry but
They wonder how I do it like that, uh!
Two-step, then I bring it right back!
No scuff got ice on the neck!
Seven fig flex and my check's on deck!
scuff your heels and you spit on your shoes
You do nothing with reason
One day you catch a train
Never leaves the station
Everything you do
these scuffs on these cowboy boots
There's a whole lot more like me
How 'bout you?
Yeah, I punch the clock trying' to make it to the top, how 'bout
him Bunnyhop, it's Baudelaire Wolfie though
The felines name him Al for how long he eat the, wait a minute (uh)
Pink wolfer scuff quickly, FI cost
sleep.
I know you're watching as the old gent by the station
Scuffs his toes on old fag packets lying in the street
And silver shadows flick across
scuffs the razor
Then she cuts the skin, she cuts the skin
She scuffs the razor
Then she cuts the skin, she cuts the skin
She scuffs the razor
What is
Dakota
Anger and call from a favor
And Brooklyn and Queens cause they
Got I'm a king
Avoiding tattoos, take the music
My kicks so is fresh no scuffs from
a machete
He scuffs the bars a-get you involved
As the record revolves, DJ's dissolve
Musically, physically, mentally he's an innovator
Greater, Cut-Creator
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