Lyrics:
of moonlight
Over the purple moor
When the highwayman came riding
Riding, riding
The highwayman came riding
Up to the old inn door
He'd a French cocked
the folks today is the day
For my nigga's birthday twelve o'clock come through gon' get beat
By who? By them hog mark niggas in the cleats
We's deep, no
of moonlight over the purple moor
And the highwayman came riding
Riding, riding
The highwayman came riding up to the old inn-door
He'd a French cocked-hat
the big rain
Spendin' money by the thou Ion need change
I done made my momma proud by doin' big thangs
I done made 200 thou & it is insane
& when you try
Emotion
Your soul
Is open
Receive
Abundance
Behind the mist
A shadow appears
Surrounded by a purple light
A feeling inside
Gives you the will
The sacred
Chorus
And we'll all go together,
To pull wild mountain thyme,
All around the purple heather.
Will you go, lassie, go?
I will build my love a bower
By yon
Less we talking about cash I might pass
Press on the gas 200s the max
Putting that bitch in last place
Running like its a damn track race
Fuckin' her
the light o' day or under the peak-faced moon;
In cabin or dance-hall, camp or dive, mucklucks or patent shoon;
On velvet tundra or virgin peak, by glacier,
Get lost with you
And lost again
Deep in my bag
That's where I am
I feel so free
Got all I need
I'm floating by
In an endless sky
You in my dreams
her mouth only out of spite
(Whoa-oh-oh) but I'd never hit a woman, never in my life
(Ayy) I was in too deep like Mekhi Phife'
(Ayy) in that pussy so
reap flow n-gga
Gettin swallowed by the Maybach deep throat n-gga
Uh, I’ma bout to go planters,
I’m still in my prime, Dion Sanders
We all gamblers,
By the river, hanging leaves
The roots, they anchor deep
But the Willow still weeps
Your pillow sees
The anguish at half past three
We've aged like
shells down by the shore
Duria antiquior
Life held on 200 Million
Maybe more
Oh flooding land a coming cure
Combing to find the answers we left there
living death by gravity
couldn't stand it anymore
we'll sail our ships to distant shores
purple gold and blue
living colors every hue
flowers
they fear us, by the way they fire
We infiltrate, we wade through hip-deep filth
And then we come at them from below
Now that your name has been changed,
hawk
All on the ground alive
Take a swig of moonshine
Listen to the madness whine
Andalucian
Andalucian
Sunflowers
Bulls and purple bees
Listen
By: jimmy buffett
Spoken intro with music playing:
This is a song that started a long time ago. back when there
Was just the water world. there
them ghetto and sober bitches in 'burban districts
I'm movin on passin' chumps, and very thoroughly promoted by God's Son
And this is the military turn
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond
By yon bonnie banks and on ye craggy shores
On the steep, steep side of Ben Lomond
The deep purple hues
Where I was young
In the bright pygmy trees
Purple hands purple tongue
Huckleberry feast
And I was young
By the summersault sea
Blackberry sting,
away
Sleep with that purple by her side
Now she's seeing strobe light
Her last man did her wrong
And he left her mind gone
She's just fading away
Till
[Originally performed by Deep Purple]
Good Golly, said little Miss Molly
when she was rockin' in the house of blue light
Tutti Frutti was oh so
I'm the product of the age of narcotics
That means I'm dope like the pills you swallow
Down by law I lead don't follow
Grind time, grand hustling for
so many chains?
I'm mixing Kush with all these different strains
Riding in my Porsche listening to Purple Rain
So much knowledge I came up on you
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