Lyrics:
by her apron strings
'Twern't for powder and her store-bought hair
The man she love wouldn't gone nowhere, nowhere
Got them Saint Louis Blues; I'm
nowhere far
I'm trying to be right by your side
I ain't trying to be them people overseas with 4 or 5 wives
I'm trying to have you & only you
But I need
look now boys
She's comin' on strong from outta nowhere
She's some kind of sweet and I'm some kind of scared
She's touching my hat and I don't even
room
We're on our own
We don't know where, oh boy
We're gonna go there
In the sheets
We're crossing feet
You're arm over me
And it all goes nowhere
Girl,
Oysters on the half shell, sipping mudslides from a jar
Pink and yellow lipstick dance on the quarter deck
Taken selfies by fast cars
While boy-toy gone
there honey by your side
You gotta run boys
Run through the tall grass
Run on boys and not too soon
Run on boys
Run through the yard
And you gotta see
just stand in the line and everything gon' be fine
Holla at ya folks, boy, it's goin' down
Ain't no help from no elves, just Tha Dogg Pound
And we
by her apron strings
'Twern't for powder and her store-bought hair
The man she love wouldn't gone nowhere, nowhere
Got them Saint Louis Blues; I'm
was born nowhere to go
Anointed by hair my cup over flows
Chasing the bag like Cross and co
Mama told me son get the throne
I told her mama I need
Big plate tell me, where's my meat
You ride a car from the passenger seat
You got big words 'bout a little plan
A little boy with a card that says
on you when they can't get rid of ya
I ain't going nowhere, twenty year career minimum
Call Hit-Boy for beats, ask for ten of 'em
I don't follow trends,
annoyed
As deep as the fragments straight from the destroyed, boy
By using lyrics, by using lyrics as our swords
By using lyrics, by using lyrics as our
I see an Island Girl, she always seems so free
I see an Island Girl, smiles like you've never seen
I see an Island Boy, eating coconuts straight from
to switch my flow
People steady eyeing me but denying
I'm striking gold, be like
Hey you, it's about time you finally fold
I said fuck that
Boy, it's
the ground in the middle of the evening
Up from the ground in the middle of the night
Oh, I testify
I was laid upon the grave by a preacher's hand I
from Texas baby
Tell these rappers they don't know me
They say they shooters and they really do this
But blowing smoke by the oz
Can't em serious they so
Put inside a place
That I never belonged
And time, it always goes
By with nowhere to hide
All these fuck
Things moving around
I'm tired, but I'm still
nowhere
Turn up the volume to the radio, I'll be right there
And I never had love for a nigga, I'm about my money
I'm a million dollar mack, that's how I
by her apron strings
'Twern't for powder and her store-bought hair
The man she love wouldn't gone nowhere, nowhere
Got them Saint Louis Blues; I'm
on towards the mark boy I was chosen marked
Been that from the start
Boy I got a load of stress traveling this road to success
You learn how to cope
today,
Feel tomorrow like I feel today,
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
up if you wan' some
You gon' have a problem, yeah
From behind the Georgia pines
There's nowhere to run and hide
Better stay your ass inside
Keep a gun
a little boy on the beach watching waves crash the moon so illusive.
He's soul so Translucent.
Learning stories about the world from the salt lingering above
Like you're from the nolia
Boy don't move your feet
A fucking soldier, who came out of nowhere
Murder on the scene
Just getting mean on 'em
Ion even
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