Lyrics:
But there is something here for you to find
You may have found it once and lost it now
We used to fly through the woods
On the backs of quarter
Your posin' for pictures I framed in my mind
You're dancin' to music in three quarter time
I hope your sky stays this blue
Hope your heart stays
Called a cab, pour a drink while I wait
It's a quarter past eight and this would normally be
The time where I wonder where you'll be tonight
Grab
a quarter to eight
I never, just don't remember
Pulling me back an hour too late
'Cause, I never, I never know
There's a hole in my pocket
There's
them old niggas all them ounces (where my money at?)
Quarter brick under my mattress and my father found it (true story)
Wanted me out, and all I did
gyal like, somebody's daughter
Bang, I avoid her, wavy sorter
I don't want no heavy, young water
Pass me the Henny and a quarter
It's too lit
1AM,
to me
And the cowards with their knocking fucking knees
They can't even keep a quarter beat
I know there's packet loss and latencies
None the less
some dynamite
A big box of matches he swallowed all serene
And out he went and swallowed up a quarter paraffin
He sat by the fireside, he didn't
pricks
I'm a awkward yute
My bro got a brick so I ordered two
And gyal come link me 'round twenty past
And I bet she be bussing it by quarter
Constant anxiety
In this dead-end society
You're up against the wall
Just say "fuck 'em all!"
So ya stagger home to bed at a quarter past two
Stoned
proclaiming every quarter slid to the world
I got somethin' to say to someone
The fuck you mean?
Yellow cord danglin' from the ceiling
Is how I power this
boom)
I'm young rich (Mula)
But I slung bricks (Work)
Sniff cocaine with my young bitch (Slide)
Fuck a AP, need a Richard Millie
Like a quarter
one who crashed
We both in a race but you one who last
We both wearing capes but you save your ass
Quarter key, told her catch the cash
Neck ice
They should have said that I'll never be an athlete
'Cause if you heard what I made last quarter
You little fuckboys won't at me
Yats want to come
Bushels of grain, train loads of trouble
A quarter section of weeds and acres of stubble
I am raven with a secret
And a sparrow in the choir
There's
In our nation's capital
You took me out and we played pinball games
On shiny old machines
You had your quarters rolled
The high score bell just
Grandpa bought a quarter section
With a shoe box full of rodeo money
And built grandma a two-room mansion
That still stands to this day
Talk
bitch
What a hater say, he ain't really talkin' money
I done spent a quarter million just this summer
Ain't nobody gave me shit baby
I'ma do it
reality
Gotta dig real deep I'll survive somehow
I need my freedom from these corporate clowns
Leaving work at a quarter to nine
Need to get home
of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station
Running scared,
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for
Provami, e mollami, wanna be
Pensi che quando mi followi
Stia ad immaginare tu che me lo swallowi
Io mi vorrei dissolvere, correre come un quarter back
shiny blue eyes turn to painful brown
In the park where I sat down
Saw the payphones ringing
So I answered the sound
I need another quarter
Man
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Don't phone me up, it's a quarter past too late to say sorry
Love made me blind, I tried and tried but this shit ain't for me
But there is something here for you to find
You may have found it once and lost it now
We used to fly through the woods
On the backs of quarter
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