Lyrics:
lantern
はぜる fire wood
焼ける game hen
木精「こだま」に抱かれて眠る
胎児のように
太古の夢を見るだろうか
迷い込んだ 絵本の森影
Under the moon light
照らす camp site
A little kingdom
Under the moon light
know
Mop head on the stick
Wrong move and you gone
Bitty bitch make a left at the light
Hit the store
Two packs of the wood hen dog
Lets roll
If shes
believe it's midnight
By the way that the sun shines
There's a fucking Benz in the woods
Hens in the coup
Never really making sense in the booth
Still
doing the dash imma speed off and race em
Blow me a wood you know im facing
Hen dawg I aint chasing
Imma take it to the head
Two shots leave em dead
Don't
Stop, look, and listen to me,
Last night at a quarter past three
The Devil started dancin'
He was entrancin'
hen he did the "Jangle: his own
through my lens
I am the shit, like I wear Depends
Rollin' a Wood, takin' shots of the Hen
Wake up and do it all over again (over again, over again)
Said
got popped
Shit wasn't right
Shit had me tight
Thinking of bro
Its been alright
This hen hit and this wood strike
My pen twitching
Long Night n'
stop
Girls so shook up, seein him shakin on the show
Everybody starts to holler go, go, go
Duckwalkin on his knees, peckin like a hen
Lookin like
Deceiver,
Fairy Rings, Penny Buns, Hen Of The Wood…
I was amazed
scrolling not only the funguses yesterdays
but also their myriad yet-bloomed tomorrows.
drugs to feel numb a couple of woods and some Hen
Wake up relapse and do it over again
Take a look into my eyes and you can feel all the pain
Everybody
rollin’ this wood and we sippin’ this hen
And I know that she wanna come do it again
But I’m counting this money I’m bringin’ in
I’m wetting your hoe
Yeah
I
Ay, what's happenin' Fraud?
Finna bring niggas back to LA one time
(La Musica de Harry Fraud)
This that Hen-dog sippin', wood grain grippin'
Stash
Pecks at the ground
Oh red wolf, oh crimson husky
Hen dances around
The doge of the woods is at this point a light pink
Fed up with the legal system show
up another wood
And pour some hen just to cope
Shit just is what it is
So all I can do is hope
Toting Gens with my mans
Had a 40 in my coat
I guess
flaps come stock
People Kid Rock it up and down the block
And the hens all flock to the coup with the cock
You want to rock with me baby, row it down
me some Hen', light a Wood then I face it
These times are rough, I hope, I hope I make it
My thoughts be running by time that I face it
They not my
And you still taste all that you swallowed before grace
And you'll forgive even the time they burned the hen house
And ran from you, ran to the hills
And you still taste all that you swallowed before grace
And you'll forgive even the time they burned the hen house
And ran from you, ran to the hills
pop that
Go head
Push it out arch that
Back it up drop that
Make it roll pop that
Go head
Check it out party goers hen and Bacardi holders
Wood
and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party begin
(Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps
and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party begin
(Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps
Stop, look, and listen to me,
Last night at a quarter past three
The Devil started dancin'
He was entrancin'
hen he did the "Jangle: his own
do?) Feel on each other, and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another; let the party begin
[Chingy]
Peeps call me up, said it's a hotel party
When I was a little kid
And all the people, they looked big
I never exactly understood
How to tell the tree from the wood
Joy without pleasure
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