Lyrics:
it turns out you want my soul
I don't know nothing about that
In fact I don't know nothing at all
I'm tired of proving you right
By doing everything
I'm infatuated, I don't care
'Cause they really don't know
They'll never see or hear the things I do with you.
So far as I'm concerned they all can
apart again
At the end of this rope
Rope at the end of the line
I see you swing by your neck on a vine
Treason is the reason for my poison years
Charlotte but we bypassed Rockhill, we never was a minute late.
We were ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown rolling out of Georgia state.
Had some motor
fat tomatoes
She invited me in to have a piece of her pie
And later on I thought I'd head on down
By the Caley River to the old rope swing
There was
The lords and ladies pass a ruling
That sons and girls go hand in land
From good stock and the best breeding
Paid for by the servile class
Who
The lords and ladies pass a ruling
That sons and girls go hand in land
From good stock and the best breeding
Paid for by the servile class
Who
and daddy's shine
Funny how the time flies by
Middle of nowhere county fairs
Ferris Wheels, first kiss, double dog dares
Porch swings and lemonade
Texacos
A beautiful green field,
a vast golf course
Sunny and breezy,
perfect weather!
Lets all play golf together!
Put a tee in the ground.
Place
this man
Lookin' all around doing all I can, damn
He sure look (fine)
By the end of the night he's gonna be (mine)
I thought to myself he couldn't
be a star
Yeah we can swing it
Cha-Ching
We take off all your clothes, we strike a Play Boy pose
If you wanna go far, if you wanna be a star
Then you
Now if I had my way with people sellin' dope
I'd take a big tall tree and a short piece of rope
I'd hang 'em up high and let 'em swing 'til the sun
tote yo' shit
We 'bout to get mo' rich, c'mon
Let's close the club, c'mon
Fuck the place up, c'mon
Shake yo' nasty ass
And make it swing all around,
Because I'm on, because I'm on the American Bandstand
When we dance real slow I'll show all the guys in the grandstand
What a swinger I am, I am on American
tote yo' shit
We 'bout to get mo' rich, c'mon
Let's close the club, c'mon
Fuck the place up, c'mon
Shake yo' nasty ass
And make it swing all around,
Looking for a soul to take
You're gonna see me coming by the selfish things that you did
I'm gonna leave you guessing how this funnel is gonna hit
I'm
The shades are all pulled down;
The streets are all rolled up.
The only thing that breaks the silence
Are the trucks a-passin' by
And late at night
Charlotte and bypassed Rock Hill,
And we never was a minute late.
We was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown,
Rollin' 'cross the Georgia state.
We
stinks
It reeks of a street girl
Streaks of red, even though all pussy is pink
Oblivion makes obvious seats which
Makes me swing my obvious feet
We
back by
Chain and necklace
Swing the pendant
You've collected
It's all connected
Swing the pendant you've collected
A light refracting
From the scepter
simply smart play by the
legendary Champion. He approaches the ball.. let?s watch.
Champion: Take a swing at the ball hitting the tree route in
Slumber slumber O my darling baby
gently rocked by mother s gentle hand
softly rest and safely slumber
while she swings thee by this cradle
a demon, damn I think I need her, yea
You the type I'll show off to my niccas
Keep you by my side through all the fucking day
Shawty there got no feelings
We’ve all been on the other side,
Trying to get in, so
Why you hanging off us like a swing?
Why you hanging off us like a swing?
We’ve all been
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