Lyrics:
the bay
See the green number grow
Blue check by my name
No Never let the power go straight to ya Brain
Cause Papa once said you gotta know your place
Aye
off
I'm little, but you're fucking with a big dog
(Don't you do the bathsalts!)
Now I'm bungee-jumping off of the top of the Eiffel Tower
Bystanders
miss the countryside
Hill Country Homecoming Where everyone's worth something
The place I most miss A little town you probably don't know exists
People
parents are the same no matter time nor place
So to you all the kids all across the land
Take it form me
Parents just don't understand
a mistake
Well parents are the same no matter time nor place
So to you all the kids all across the land
Take it form me
Parents just don't understand
And we are the only ones that can't be worn
Out, by any place regardless of the cost
Cause brothers with big dreams, sometimes they get lost cause
a three legged dog
In the land where time means nothing
You can often lose your mind
Now place your bets, or better yet
Just join a conga line fifteen Cuban
Unforgiving old lands
I was running all day
I was with my brother, man
Big lizard
Big lizard
Big lizard
Big lizard
Big lizard
Big lizard
Big lizard
Big lizard
change
little by little
But this big rice field lying
still walks with the seasons
It's not like a big city
but like a gentle home
Not crowded (but it's
Now, I grew up down an old dirt road in a town you wouldn't know
My pop's picked the place up for fifteen hundred bucks back in 1964
My grandfather
Now, I grew up down an old dirt road in a town you wouldn't know
My pop's picked the place up for fifteen hundred bucks back in 1964
My grandfather
took me to this place
Such a lovely place
The land of drums and bass
Oh my
I guess I've seen the light
Rolling into Whiskey Town
Bed down for the night
On a windin' dirt back road
In the hills of Arkansas
In a little country farmhouse
With his mama and his pa
Lived a plain old plough boy
By
the club,
But ain't nothing wrong,
To have a little salsa in ya blood,
I see a couple thugs,
With some bitch Tennessees,
My town but,
I still got
Up in Massachusetts There's a little spit of land.
The men who make the maps, yes, they call the place Cape Ann.
The men who do the fishing call it
Muggy Summer afternoon laying down
On the shag carpet basement floor in my home town
Thinkin’ bout my childhood reverie
Of getting out of this place
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
to a great big pen
Where the ducks and the geese were kept there in
Said a couple of you gonna grease my chin
Before I leave this town o, town o, town o
the ghost town
Gost town-own-own-own-own
(own-own-own-own-own)
Share a little world before
Suddenly it's gone, vanished like smoke
I'm just one of those
I never knew that the place I grew
Is the grandest place on earth.
'Till I roamed around from town to town
But now I know what it's worth.
to be famous
I couldn't replace her
Maybe I just need a little space keep it gamgsta she be at my place
With a razor crazier that I keep chasing her
and of-course
A little bit of money
Because I know something special is in the cards
We’re ready to play
After working so hard
Big night out on the town
just a little girl
When your hand brushed by my hand
And I will be an old woman
Happy to have spent my whole life with one man
Behind that school we
where I was born is dubbed the land El Paso
And it’s a place that tends to breed a certain type of asshole
Arrogant Latino I know its way cliché, call me
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