Lyrics:
get away with being mean
Shooting stars, dungarees, band aids on both of my knees
A big old house high in the trees, a little shack down by the beach
Oh Father, what do you see?
cre you well pleased in me?
I always longed to be
Worthy of the faith you put in me, and
It would make me sad if I
a place where dreams are for dreamers
cnd all the things you wish come true, yeah
I'd wish the world had all happy people
Then there'd be no more wishing
worn out - souls falling down
Butchery - makes me feel - a sense of release
So many years which have passed by
And humans seem to be the same
Dying with
gotta put in work, f*ck this talk
The P's come first, .44 black spinner, grip that disperse
Grandma said I've got a curse, by the way I wanna put opps in
own Metropolis
And he still hustle with dominance
Niggas fake and I can tell by the pics
Instagram should take down your page for all those
So I always get nostalgic with that song
But in my room its forced
It has to be in some car across the street
And I always catch the back of your
all the way in it and make mine now
Flip that low life round, strip that crown
Take down heads trying to wear that
Dead, yeah, let me kill that
I
Jude, don't be afraid
You were made to go out and get her
The minute you let her under your skin
Then you begin to make it better
And anytime you
The gravel flies up off the tires
The gravel flies up off the tires
Last night I caught my baby lying
She said that she loved me
Said she'd be
ache down to the core
My broken soul
Can't be alive and whole
Till I hear you sing once more
And music, your music
It teases at my ear
I turn
Another year's flown by I fear
It seems to be too soon the seasons change
The pictures on the wall my dear
The Holy Ghost himself can't make appear
again,
You might say he found a key for every door.
When he first came to the mountains,
His life was far away on the road and hanging by a song.
But
must flee
And ain't no room for the weak fuck the weak
They get bucked down by my Boot Camp murder fleet
We come through, representin' on the regular
them other ones
Raise up on a notion, I aint hosting no re-runs
I said it said it said it
Wouldn't let it be all or none
'Cause i aint no re-run i
When we reach the air up above
Don’t know how
We’ll let it be
You know when it’s only about
But forever
That’s when I asked you about
Don’t
Let me learn by paradox that
I've got to fall
If I wanna walk
That I hear a voice that doesn't talk
That didn't start and never stops
A touch
they claim to
Try to convince a nigga they care
The truest mood'll never play fair
I was down looking 'round for anyone there
Scared to be, such
pulled my old truck down here in the shade
Spread my jacket out on the tailgate
I've been lying here just drifting away
Chillaxin' with my boot heals
Remember walking hand in hand, side by side
We walked the dogs and took long strolls through the park
Except we never had dogs
And never went
search for answers planted in the ground.
I'm happy watching you dance your legs down to your knees.
I'm happy watching you be inflactuated with love.
I'm
she doesn't mind the
Mum and dad, I met a girl
She says she's gunna be my wife and complete my life
She's got a science degree
We fell in love
I am weary and useless
My body has been beaten and broken by the storm
I need Your hands to carry me.
Because I don't know if I can make it home.
I'm not a boy,
I'm a big, fat balloon
Flapping in the wind
Floating over the treetops
On a broken string
I've never been tied down
To anything
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