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A lesser man would give in to
Depression but I'm pressing on
I went from crooked hat looking
For a better bong
To dad days, Malbec, crab cakes, remoulade
I'm

yo' puppies and I'm with my hounds
Free my dogs straight out of the pound
Smokin' loud straight out of the pond
Dope, smokin' woods up on a boat
Nigga

Under moon, spring time still to come
"If I keep questing
I may find some settling!"
Jack-in-the-Green show me your droll
Face of wood
Look around

Darg's house
Big machine go dudududu
Some lame guys I wish I coulda shoulda
Most thing I do, I go and make wood up
Female jetski, jetski
Full speed

verde faccio all-in
My man Benetti all'autogrill gioca a
Carta vince carta perde
Un nano baro dice punto e perde sempre
It's a fuckin' robba da
Nettezza

a score left on the timer (Ha ha ha)
Birkin bags, I'ma buy her designer
Cum on the passenger seat from Chyna (Ugh)
Said she need more wood for the fire

that plant
That shit ain't tall
Watch this

I been sick of this shit
A mischievous kid
Who was pissed
With a spliff and
Wish to get big
Splitting wood

and I'm taking it back
I do it for fun and I won by a lap
Oh you were serious I gotta laugh ha
I've been a have and a have not
Living my life eating bologna

with the babies and fools
People say nothing ‘cuz they really paid in full
No Wood Harris, but I’m an ace, don’t play me dude
Crackers real confused that

money
Imma just leave that boy clumsy
I keep a pole by myside
Hitting the dash no don't hide
A nigga can't disrespect me
No I ain't get mad but you seen

I'm still growing
Still smoke by the O
Guess I'm still blowing
I left Starkville went back home to Pensacola
Damn
Doesn't it feel good to be around yo

same blood
Brotherhood like strong wood
Share the pain, we all withstood
Gotta be there for them when they could

It's time to pass the mic on 
Passin'

Herne/Abbots Bromley Horn Dance
(Lyrics by Nick Hayes)

Like a shadow on the land 
Half-stag, half-man
He's the spectre of the spirit of the free

Let the dirt sheets gossip
I'm the new hot topic
You know what time it is when the clock starts ticking
The wood grain grippin baller still tippin
Tell

I'm on and these niggas wanna run back
This a marathon a nigga gone run that
On the come up man a nigga had to go and get
Now I'm stunting putting

come to me getting rings see I'm a kid
Growing up never feeling like the man
Gang signs throw it up never did I understand
Clueless, foolish, living

have it so he shot me
Oh god he got me
Then he went and planted tree
Tried to make me thu g
Media be like oh leaf
Gunned down by the police
Put a pic I’m

seconds for fifty bands
Tight on you hoes like span
Wait for my next one to land
Building a castle by sand
I am too black to get tanned
My shit always

seen nobody like you
Always by my side always down to ride plus she don't talk less I tell her shoot
Let me take em back to March 28th when we was

When the moon is rising and stars are hanging low
All I really want to do is watch the river flow
But I've been told by the wise man
Our Gods will

plan, all of my life, I always been the same man
get with a group, look for the truth, come to find out, that the team was aloof
stuck in the stupor,

he really might switch up
We got them woods we ain’t rolling no swishers
Shawty so bad I ain’t never gone lose her
Cake all on her yea she got a big

the game and you talkin bout practice
In love with the safe man I just wanna stuff it
Bitch I’m a boss movin like Warren Buffet
Slap it just slap it she want

crucified
By Lucifer, that loosened ties
Between us, can't you see us
So tell me, where is the you in I
She said
"That's the religion that was imposed on us