Lyrics:
(S.O.G & Oak Mob coming through like)
(Hold up nah, wait, wait)
Uh tired of the games, and it never change
Been feeling way too insane
Where they
ngathi
We receive Your crown of beauty
We receive Your oil of joy
We receive Your boundless Presence
For You have called us Oaks of Righteousness
We
our Master feast
And sacrifice the whores!
We shall summon the end!
We shall rule desert land!
We’ll enslave the free folks!
In the Sabbath of the Oak
just to watch that river flow
Grabbed my guitar from the back seat
Wrote a song just for me
And I sung it for the blue sky
And a couple live oak
the soft southern winds in the live oak trees
And those Williams boys they still mean a lot to me
Hank and Tennessee
I guess we're all gonna be what we're
Walk you down old live oak road
Barefoot bridge see a sunset show
Say I love you when I pull you close
And you know it's true, as the gospel
Ain't
a face of lines which melt in the world
I am oak
I am oak
I am oak
I am oak
Profesor Oak, kiedy robię flex
Nie znam twoich ulubieńców, sprawdzę Pokédex
Myślę o snach, które mogę mieć
Myślę o snach, także odejdź precz
Profesor
[Big Oak]
Straight out the box it be Oak and don't expect me to choke
When I'm backed by a beat that straight rocks
I ain't no joke and I suggest you
a life that's green from leaves
Beneath oak trees, here, beneath oak trees
Don't you know of the road that never has an end
Cross over lines, smell
a life that's green from leaves
Beneath oak trees
Here beneath oak trees
Don't you know of the road that never has an end?
Cross over lines, smell
Plant your love in a field of dreams
Water that love from the kindness stream
Watch it grow like a tall oak tree
Plant your love in a field of dreams
better
You can keep ya beach
'Cause that beach whatever
Started out at The Darby
Ended up at 1 Oak (Oak), Oak
Left the house with a hundred grand
Don't go down Maggie Creek Road
With a boy lookin' like that
He'll tell ya thangs that you wanna hear
And they'll be no turnin' back
There's an oak tree
There was a tall oak tree
That loved a babblin brook,
And the babblin brook
loved the mountain high,
And the mountain high
Loved the sky above.
Everybody who knows me, damn sure knows
I'll be twenty foot high in a tall white oak
That's the real truck, duck, buck and bass pro
There ain't nothing
the soft southern winds in the live oak trees
And those Williams boys they still mean a lot to me
Hank and Tennessee
I guess we're all gonna be what we're
oak
With a mast and a sail on deck.
Who wants to fight and fight with a grimmy grizzly bear
Will be soon knocked out by a paw
So I only fight with
Hangman, put that rope away
Will you give me till the break of day?
Heaven help me for the fate I chose
Down where the old oak grows
Mama met
old white oak tree
Layin' shade on me
Pickin' blackberries off the vine
A Bobwhite whistling out through the pines
I can't wait to walk those streets
I sowed a seed
Underneath the oak tree
I trod it in
With my boots I trampled it down
Grow
Grow
Grow
I sowed a rose
Underneath the oak
ain't got no choice
I pick a little guitar in the evenin'
Wear Mossy Oak outta deer season
I couldn't be anybody but me, even if I tried
I used
the ghetto ghetto images
From the m-a-d-i to the s to the o-n
Potent so get your oak pen
Move like a nigga supposed to
Get your dough on the go with
Live Oak County Girl
Stood across the room
Baby, staring at you
It was getting kinda late
So, I thought I’d make my move
My heart went a little
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