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two-fifty down in Halletsville, 3 dollars, maybe more.
And more than likely they'll be out tonight a-wanderin' from the farms,
Waddlin' down 1291 to keep
have them gypsy boots
Follow them by familiar root
Rambled round from town to town
Sleepin' in a doorway still as a mouse
Saw the bullfighter's
which grape and which region it came from
As if we can name 'em, hint hint, it ain't um Welch's
Hell just fell three thousand more degrees cooler
Y'all
know, we at the all-star game right now
Eyes closed (swish) shootin' fade aways from half-court
(Elbow in the rim and all that)
(Y'all still in
screaming on these records that I'm rich
Calling people from my number now I block it
Cause there's nothing worse then getting haunted by a stalkin' ass
whattup?
Ayo black men, you're dyin' by a dozen cousin
So all I do is walk away yo' Prince as if nothin' happened
You call me a punk, I gotta step cause
get them old skimpy-ass sacks away from me, bitch-ass nigga
One, get some paper (paper), two, ya get some more (some more)
Three, it's time to put
my eyes to the passing scene
Old and young and in between
Driven along by the pounding beat
All hurrying by
Down this street
Sorry old man
what I got to do to come through every scary moment
Just brought us closer which kept us down
Remember them days when southwest Atlanta wasn't even
the sun in her hair
I pick the grapes from the hills to the sea
The fields of France are a home to me
Ah, but today lying here is a good place to be
I
the car got the bow top house, got the yacht
When I cheated you was loyal stood by my side
That's why I went from three to one, like I made five
We
all the time
Fall back you passed your prime
Even the sun gotta go down so we could see the moon shine
[Chorus]
[Outro: Papoose]
Yeah! The East
From five to one just like that
Watch them hop and take a bath
[Verse 3]
Four little frogs left now
Sitting by the pond so neat
Eating bugs croaking
of a muddy cold grey sky
Shiny tooth talons
Coiled for grabbing a stranger happening by
And the day went home early
And the sun sank down into the muck
we bump, dedicate slow jams on the radio,
Know ya happy I can feel ya passion looking out foe ya just like daddy,
Come on, sun shine turn
from work my wife was at the door
She said sit down here Paddy this will shake you to the core
Twenty three and me, me boys, twenty three and me
We
a big one, the war that is, it was a Sunday afternoon
The gypsy was held prisoner by the screen door from the moon
Now somewhere between the dog food
and a little wolfsbane
Well we were at the door
And when it opened inside there were freaks galore
Their eyes glowed as if lit by an eerie light
I said "I don't
I could leave it on the floor
Down the hall by the door
I could hang it out in the sun and leave it there when you come home
I'll just leave it there
down the hall
She's waiting by the door
Someone said she felt she had to run away
And we just seem the type
Three PM we're on our way tonight
Into
back home be jealous
I gave our camera to Bernie and we stood by the ball and we all gathered
'round and said, "Cheese"
The Bernie ran away with my
Gotta be careful what you say on the phone
I'm 36 O's away
From givin' the mic up and goin' back to the streets (naww)
What's the difference, I still
down the count, 7 was there for me
I look for 6 today and 5 tomorrow pays
And no one ever seems to get away
From my pain, my number game
From my
of four,
I'll slide down the back of the door,
As you,
Walk away, walk away,
Six, seven, eight,
We'll be okay,
On the count of three,
Let's let go of you
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