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bitches 
I had to get it they slimy
Like lizards 
Huh
Ain't no money ain't no honey they 
Jimeny Crickets 
Soufflé with the sigsby 
Walked in with that trap

poles where the crickets chirp
Where the blues was born
And we're raised in Church
Take me home!

There's a few tree forts off of Peavey Rd
Where we used

you the cricket
She screaming my name when I slide in her business
His pockets on midget, his pockets on midget
My money is taller I stack it and flip

When you up before the birds all you hear is crickets
I can't say another word I gotta keep some secrets
I ain't got no option but to stomp on all

I can hear is the crickets' soft spell
And all I can see is a landscape of lights
Absorbing my vision with wonderful sights
I know this escape is

time
To make a lot of love
To make a lot of love
Which is a normal thing
To make a lot of love
For it was summertime
When all the crickets sing
And in

this river refuge

Crickets are quieted by the walls of the boulders
In the darkness, I'm finding relief
It's cool in this place where I am alone
I'm

through your hair
And by the look in your eyes when our lips met
I knew it'd be a night that I wouldn't forget

With the crickets in the hollow singing our

And be glad
Cause soon you will be
Walking the pathway
Through puddles of clay
Hitching a ride
As crickets serenade
Babe don't mind
What tomorrow leaves

Ramble down a dark road (Dark road)
Crickets, frogs, chirp... croak... (Dark road)
Ignition sound

Yeah I been wylin' out
Since I jumped out the birth

Nothing like the feel of a tug on my line
Im goin fishing whether itâs rain or shine
Spinner bait, beetle spin, worms on the bottom
Crawfish, cricket

Hear the boys coming through the gates
All the boys, yeah all of my mates
Cooking snags, ya can't go wrong
Back yard cricket all arvo long

Going

these numbers like Muhammad Ali 
If I'm calling you up then don't waste my time cause
I'm on that cricket mobile grind and
All of my minutes are

this time I've been waiting too long 
Long enough to listen to our favorite song 
About a million times and it's gettin' late 
My phone's been crickets

Homemade ice cream and all my cares just disappear
Where crickets sing and fireflies light up my little piece of paradise
It's where I go to let my world

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

fingers holding fingers-crumbling scattered-ground
Feet were tracking mud the floor crickets-sound
Brown like a wooden doorstep, yellow like the sun
There

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

so I had to fucking take it 
All I ever heard was odds against me ain't gonna make it 
How did P get big if he be silent as a cricket 
To dumb

Only taking steps that will make me proud
You could hate me now
Critics just like crickets only making sounds

And I walk off
Pumping all this gas ain't

bandana, auburn hair
Crickets in the trees, jasmine in the air
You're sipping on Coke and Old Crow Whiskey
So Oklahoma, southern as sun tea
Cutoff jeans

SurfGang Bitch

Who really fuckin' with us? (Crickets)
Wait, is that even a question? (Nope)
Nigga, I don't think you get it
Soon as they start shit,

I'm wide awake, mind of my own, cricket bows on my window
I'm wide awake, should have been sheep, counting all my failures
I'm wide awake, can stop

Darkness inna me heart e tekkin over 
Rifle Weh mi wall wid middle day Dem feel a soldier 
Cricket me a play me bat dem out and takin over 
Money a di least