Lyrics:
Sittin' by myself in the summertime, when the heat is burnin' down
Watchin' the golden crops in the field just growin' without a sound
I was a boy
Uh, dear Mr. President
Whats happenin'?
I'm writin' you because, shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way, right
The country is riddled with social ills & aches,
But my heart is calmed by her embrace,
I'm trying to tell something to the world,
- But my words
at the crib-o
Shout goes out to Niko, J and Chubbs, shouts to Gibbo
We got Santa Margherita by the liter
She know even if I'm fuckin' with her, I don't really
It's the dream team bitch mr philadelphia
Philly in this bitch, Meek Million
Jalil Beats, holla at me
All I ever wanted was a
Million and a bad
a hot one
Billy, you been runnin' for so long.
Guitars will play your grand finale
Down in some Tularosa alley
Maybe in the Rio Pecos valley
guitar play
Play guitar play
Well I'm sure by now your doin' a whole lot better
It don't take that long
To get over someone like me
So I wrote it down
Lil Purpp
Ayy
I play with your bitch clit like I play the guitar
M-M-M-Murda
Pray for the gliss, pray to get rich, pray for the car
Pray for
Um, Mr. Jackson, what are you talking about? Well, I've heard about
Those parties, they're immoral. Mr.
Jackson I
Thought you were
by the way
The one by the way
I ain't trippin'
I just do this shit for fun by the way
The truth by the way
The proof by the way
Mr. front up
daughter came home one afternoon
And didn't even stop to play and she said
Mom, I got a note here
From the Harper Valley PTA
Well the note said mrs johnson
(Verse 1)
In a town where shadows play,
Lives a man with a secret way,
Mr. Hyde, with a curious grin,
Has a side that's wild within.
(Chorus)
Oh,
Hoverin' by my suitcase
Tryin' to find a warm place to spend the night
A heavy rain a fallin'
Seems I hear your voice callin'
"It's all right"
pretend to be gangsta (Lil' bitch)
Imagine every hood, you gon' make it up, ain't you?
He done made up dead homies, man this nigga a prankster
I got
Hoverin' by my suitcase
Tryin' to find a warm place to spend the night
A heavy rain is fallin'
Seems I hear your voice callin', "It's alright"
don't forget me
If we should go our separate ways
Please don't forget me
Somewhere the guitar plays and
When you hear it
Think of how I play for you
hey. hey
Mrs guitar
So nice to meet her
She seems enjoin' her life
Listen her melody
Yes, she's gifted to play a guitar
And u a i ritha
Her voice is 100
Money is an issue, and that's on the fa' shizzle my nizzle
Ya block warm, then I come by with the fizzle
And make fa' sho' I get to work mines, for part
Places that he couldn't call home
Saying, "Mr. Conductor put the hammer down
I'm not gonna rest 'till I reach Hammer Town
I got a girl on the East
and fascinated
By the little dark-haired boy
That played the Tennessee flat top box
And he would play
Then one day he was gone
And no one ever saw him
I'll be sad
But just as long as you sit there on the bandstand
And play your guitar like Buddha, I'll be glad
The father asked the prodigal,
Did
house
I got a rock and roll car
I play the shit out the drums
And I can play the guitar
I got a kid in New York
I got a kid in the bay
I haven't
Whenever this world starts gettin' me down
Holden' me back, makin' me frown
I need some music from guitar Town
Come on play me a country song
George
else, then
Umm, Lord, good times
And people say,
Who are or what are, Them?
The little one sings
And that big one plays the guitar
With a thimble
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