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on take me to the house My country road take me home Take me to the place where I was born My country road take me home Back to the place where I come
a bloody oath, by oak, by ash, by bitter thorn "Lady, I never was in your house since the day that I was born" "Oh, then it was your young boy Tom that
gotta face the fact I was raised by wolves now I lead the pack We howl at the moon we're family strong Mess with us you'll soon be gone I've climbed
little precious Eve Go on ahead and sing You are always welcome in In my fathers house there's a place for me I'm a child of God yes I am In my fathers
ill break it Im a trap house baby Trap house baby Born in the 90s fuck the 80s Fuk the 80s Smoking on thraxx That gas Serving them packs Serving
the moonlight, we be lookin' so fly Movin' and groovin', ain't nothin' gonna pass us by Chin sloth, rollin' in with a chin so tight Sexy in the moonlight, we
Bought the ring, took care of everything And I'm ready to say, I do You'll be the Mama and I'll be the Papa 'Cause I wanna play house with you I
hills His school was the prairie, the sage, the wild berry The quail, the wide open sky The cottonwood thicket by the slow rolling river The Redbud
was born I was destined to rise to the greatest of heights from the pavement I find in the basement of life Painting the right pic by playing with light
Made it this far it's by Gods grace If I tell you bout my gang life It ain't no cap I was born in the wild Where them killers at I be on the same
I was born to be a soldier! [Chorus: x4] [Fiend] Bringin bags and weed Lil Fiend live by the soldiers creed Of broken no seed in the botton
to, I'm grown I got my own money I just do what the fuck I want to, I'm grown I got my own house I do what the fuck I want to, I'm grown I got my own
with my wiz Now she dead with my kids I live by the subway, niggas push drugs in my hallway All day everyday tryin to get the pay And I be tryin'
The Fashion of His Love! spin oh, yeah! I'm gonna be his first and last kc! grab pic 'Cause bcby, I was born to be his! I was made for lcving him! The Fashion
of money/income I was born with a destined head of wealth I was born with a destined head of profit I am born to be worthy of worship by all. I was born with
Many of us were born singing And thus were born with scales Mermaids, cooks, and fieldhands Sang a nightsong by the forest And the ocean was the chorus
Right from the sky we are born crazy Right from the sky we are born to be wild Right from the sky we are born crazy Right from the sky we are born
'em toys when they're crying and sad Could you be 'em? Your baby's momma Turns me on in her freaky pajamas I come through and make the whole house
and tattoos You can look, but don't touch, we bad news American Me, elegancy, treasury With the hopes to be rich before they bury me Born a Baptist,
the line that he crossed It's been over a year instead of a week Here in our house, our house by the creek Me and my family live in the Netherlands In
that stormy Cape will be his living tomb, He's doomed to ride the ocean for ever and a day, And he tries in vain his oath to keep by entering Table Bay.
Welcome to the wild Anywhere under the sun Everybody wanna have fun Welcome to the Wild Verse 1: (Shigga) Listen up lil homie, don't be afraid overcome
[intro] Yeah,Syndicate's in the house Yeah,Geto Boys in the house Yeah,Donald D's in the house Yeah,Body count's in the house Yeah,Zulu Nation's in
passing by I leave no path behind me And take only what I need I'll always be Wild and free
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