Lyrics:
There's a southern accent
Where I come from
The young 'uns call it country
The Yankees call it dumb
I got my own way of talkin'
But
on a sixer with me
Does it ever make you sad to know
That was seven summers ago?
Seven summers ago
Seven summers ago
Yeah, I wonder when you're
She was so enticed by his smile
She was so unaffected by his dream
For his dream of her was just not possible
She was so not that girl
It was
came out alive
He was a cad, wanted her bad
Just like any good trophy hunter
And she likes the way it tastes
Taming a bear, making him care
)
Amantombazane ayazondla (A-wa, a-wa)
She's a rich girl
She don't try to hide it
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes
He's a poor boy
Empty as a pocket
of love
But soon a forest fire was on the rampage
For them both there was no question that this is love
The boys went Aah and the girls went Ooo
Sir Richard
of me that has to be free
The love that passed me by, I found no reason why
But now each day is filled with the love, that very same love
That passed
I was driving on the Autobahn
Having thoughts of the morning
You was chained by
You was chained by
You was chained by lie
You was chained up
The drinks were two for one
Inside the crowded bars
The girls would make their run
Out on the boulevard
It was the idol place
We lived the ways
we wanna say
Play how we wanna play, feels good that way
So G Rap, huh, it's time to kick a verse
Do your man a favor and don't curse
You're
Found out it was in my head
(Baby baby)
And I can breakaway to the better life
Where the shackles never hold me down
I'm gonna make a way for each
Play how we wanna play, feels good that way
So G Rap, huh, it's time to kick a verse
Do your man a favor and don't curse
You're telling me don't
don't give no sanction
I wasn't ready for that, no, no
I moved right out east, yeah
On the peking ferry I was feeling merry, sailing on my way back here
There's a southern accent, where I come from
The young 'uns call it country
The yankees call it dumb
I got my own way of talkin'
But everything
was a good idea
'Til greed got in the way
Well, the job that you used to have
They gave it to somebody down in El Salvador
The unions are big business,
felt this way before
I'd pound it down like a cellar door
I want you to know I'm behind you, by the way
By the way that you look when I confront you
Something bad?
A bit of both? I Grand Theft Auto'd the Milano, it was close
Then I got the Quinjet, 'fore I was even in yet
Scott Lang couldn't hang, I
been saying
That made me defeated by you.
Happy we could be if you had stayed with me
But you wouldn't see it my way
I'm still a-hurtin' and I know for
asleep by now, But if
You miss that bus to dream town
Never worry another one is on it's way
I want you to think of
A tranquilizer gun being shot
At you
I stopped by the house we called our home
It was a little rundown, the grass was overgrown
Its screen door was opening with the wind
I thought I
because we started there
I got a girl that used to ride around with 'Pac an' them
I gotta get it, you came from my lil partner then
Yeah, Richard Mille,
stories about
When you passed through town
But with that, it was all before I locked it down
Now you hang from my lips
Like the Gardens of Babylon
There's a sunny little funny little melody
That was started by a native down in Waikiki
He would gather a crowd down beside the sea
And they'd
Bling, that nigga was my best friend
Right
And I put that shit on Richard, that nigga was my best friend
Ayy, yeah
Broke his right hand, still took
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