Lyrics:
I don't wanna be on Lord of the Mics with shit MC's, nah bro, I'm above that
Using my name for a dead bit of fame, tryna get up in the game, yeah
name, okay they asked for the worst (come on)
Me and A$AP Ferg preaching back-to-back on the verse (damn)
Hit-Boy on the beat so, bitch, you gotta go
ravens whispered secrecies
For scraps they have to fill their needs
I only asked him for his sword
To go out and get my lord
His call to the island far
it up we make it shower
Putin backed, yeah we got that Slavic power
Grabbing a beer from the fridge
Swapping my Ether for Ridge
From other tokens I
Hoo, Lord, you say you don't want no talk
'Play it one time'
You'll come by my house
With a great long lie
You can say-a, 'Hello, friends
I
grade came, I'm pregnant
Shit got frantic and man oh Lord it was a tuff decision
But they decided to abort it
It might have been right it might have
a bit
And next day she woke up rosy and she snuggled up so cozy
But when she asked me how I liked it Lord it hurt me to admit
I got stoned and I missed
power, I can feel it, Lord! Roomy loomy lama noma noomy!
This boy is healed. (really?) Now to the naked eye, it would appear
that this boy has not been
Lord, everybody passed on by
I went down to the crossroads, fell down upon my knees
I went down to the crossroads, fell down on my knees
Asked
I went down to the crossroad
Fell down on my knees
I went down to the crossroad
Fell down on my knees
Asked the Lord above for mercy
"Save me if you
headlights west and drove into the night
Tuned into the radio and sung every song I could
It was me and Hank and Willie and Kris even the Oak Ridge Boys
Just
the bin
I then asked the woman
Behind the counter about it
And she said "well
It happens that I'm neighbors with Anna
(member of the Raincoats) and she
growing up so strong and wise
But, the whisper of an angel, took her by surprise
Her boyfriend Joe was a hard working craftsman's son
Strong as oak but
Bound
I'm from the Midwest with Southern heart
A country boy from the start
A cracker dude with Southern swag
Puffing on that purple bag
Steak and shrimp,
funny goin' on, I know, I can just feel it in the air"
He went to get the hangin' judge but the hangin' judge was drunk
And the leading actor hurried by
and a big oak tree
Born and raised in an old farm house
We love the Lord and we love the South
Yall invited so come on down
We'll show you how it's done here
And that was the beginning of my own true love and me
And it's home, boys home
Home I'd like to be, home for a while in my own country
Where the oak
she ain't really slick
I'm really like covid I'm sick with the shits
Driving down the street and we out in oak ridge
Fuck all your feelings I'm burning
We're taking the car to Abe's today
To fill out some documents
Skinny as a rail but boy could he paint
Lord those talents will be missed
He's
my hood where I was born and raised
Where niggas tote semi-automatics, bustin' them K's
Heavy guns and dope boys harassed by the police
Still
they all got sore
Then laughed in they face, and asked for more
She does what she wants, and no one can save her
A product of society with the freaky
and fit and stronger than a bull. I give you ten cents more, cause you do the work of four. It's boys like you that keep my pockets full Lord, Lord and my
I went down to the crossroads
Fell down on my knees
Down to the crossroads
Fell down on my knees
Asked the Lord above for mercy
"Take me, if you
'm gettin old before my time, broke down body and mind
And sometimes when I don't see a rain cloud floatin by
Lord I just feel like dyin
My pa used to tell me
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