Lyrics:
dogwoods bloom by the river
come hell or high water
you'll be there where i ought to
now i always want to be there
when you work the whole thing through
are fresh
'Cos you're a fish and I'm a water sign
My laid-back pimp walk is linear by design
Gold fronts soul I shotee now watch you shine
Me and C-Know
teething I'm marking a beast sheep
Like I walk in front of 39 thieves in a beat
Smores over warm helvetica brown proper
For the odd God or monster, proper
of control) {"Ohh!"}
I'm programmed for winnin, Sean John to denim
Fly guy got shoes with fish in water swimmin
You pointed me out, bad guy with the mouth
I'm
a couple of broads get him right up in the air
Mile high club get him right up in there
Send my nigga some gear like he never missed a year
By the time
She from the hood but she pretty
Yellowbone with some brown eyes
Pussy good but she tell lies
I fell in love with a freak
I'll be the first to admit it
water tower, barbed wire fences
Coal, black smoke, diesel engines
Windin' by a white church, little heaven on earth
Here's to all y'all keepin' dirt
the class, go straight to the mall
And he'll take, anything from anybody at all
His neighbors used to ask his mother "brown what's wrong witcha child?
He done
chest up, felt forsaken by the Father
Wounded rebel (oooh) in Jerusalem
Gettin picked on, and whipped by the goons of the Devil
Black man, 5 foot 9, see
place. Hate misplaced.
Judge by my race. Often catchin' case.
So we Ride High speed chase
Afraid to See racist face.
Or get locked up in a cage.
Afraid
it on a brown paper bag than i roll it that i hold ahh. lean boy drinking codeine nahh hell popping on pacariz high sale I'm on white on white male b
Hanging near God’s highway
Where the grass grows high
Screwed to a computer
Martin’s now a spy
He made friends with the devil
He bought and sold
it on a brown paper bag than i roll it that i hold ahh. lean boy drinking codeine nahh hell popping on pacariz high sale I'm on white on white male b
Fuck it less get drunk
Sip this whiskey
Brown boy makin moves ya
Wannna be me
See me
John Cena ya
Can't see me
Shooters by my side ya
Make ya stomach
a couple of broads get him right up in the air
Mile high club get him right up in there
Send my nigga some gear like he never missed a year
By the time
Tattered sails emerge at the edge of the world
Taut with the wind as the storm begins to surge
Forty guns glint from lightning on high
The thunder
creation for its ominous returns
And well before dawn you color me gone
Come hell, come high water, come into me
Storm bring your flood waters turn
In the scorching desert
Under merciless sun
No water to quench our thirst
Nowhere to run
Brave crusader knights
In armor clad
Our banners flying high
can still take it back today
There's no need for you to act this way
But whatever your choice
I'll be by your side
Through hell or high water
We're
cursed
Minds were lost
Ideals form sheep. Bring us hell
Wars are created. Misery, impotence
Is our salvation divine or by our hands?
We walk towards,
in all it's a hell of a day to ride the high horse down the straight and narrow To deliverance I can harness the cosmos in the palm of my hand Bring
He sees you down by the water line
Knows what you're thinking all the time
He sees the rising of the waves
When the tide starts rolling in
He
Cotton by the highway
Cotton in the truck
If the cotton ain't high
Daddy's out of luck
Prayin' for the rain
Prayin' for the sun
Old man river
Don't
or make out by the minibar
Trash this town for the hell of it
And never look back
Play my strings like a guitar that's out of tune
Waste your time
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