Lyrics:
time we unpacked our baggage
A drag on the cul-de-sac might be another dead end but this one's meant to happen
Left a small town, we found big problems
fo' real
Ay, pull up on ya big wheel
Ay, niggas eating big meals
Ay, all day big crew
Ay, 90 y'all burn to shit
Ay, that's a million dolla building
They say it started in the East where the apple was
But out West we be throwing them apples up
They say them Fruit Town niggas gon' ride tonight
They
All I see is drug deals, big wheels and feinds,
But any way they took East Atlanta back,(?)
Throw Atlanta Down,
Turned little Vietnam to a white
me up, Dissan)
I got a song to tell right now, um
I was just thinkin' back on, from my, on my side of town
It really like, and it went a little
Your sisters they sit by the window
You know your mama doesn't sit and cry and your daddy
Well you know what your daddy said
Patty, you know what your
and the company
Joe Robbie Boys
Untouchable
Yeah
And by the way, it was never my intention to make a project or an album
I just wanted to make an intro song for my
Little roadside restaurant
Somewhere in Tennessee
Just way out of the interstate
Locals know I'm from out of town
Another dreamer on their path
was their choice any how
Now you have to make them all bow down
They are nothing just like this little town
Don't worry we said we all got your back
the beat, all still riding with ya
Party by the big riders, still siding with ya
Party by the real niggas still hustling to ya
I know you're here in
of beer
Hadn't caught nothin' but didn't much care
I guess I was pretty well satisfied
Had my little woman right by my side
(Takin' it easy, just
they high like the noon
Soon to a town near you be them super emcees
Set it at an Island degrees
I hit the L.I.R.R. for big dreamers out east
Harold told Melvin back in the days of penny loafs
When Teddy Pendegrass was in the blue notes
A big lip street nigga was in the makin' a ferocious
I just got the call I jump in my car; no I won’t be staying in tonight
There’s a party going on down by the river we’ll be hanging by firelight
Yeah
ain't lastin'
This little town is gettin' wild as hell
Check the penitentiaries and all the jails
If they could lock us all up, that would be just
This is the story of a young girl
Who was the hippest chick in town.
They call her Big Noise from Winettka.
Miss Birdie's sure to get around.
Big
little town
'Til he got his ass kicked bad
Roaming around
Joey isn't a bad guy
Just got dealt a bad hand
He just wants to get money
Any way that he can
from side to side"
So I said, "Mr Otis, if you take my advice,
You'll be the richest man in town
You gotta take that room that goes from side to side,
The main street of this little town
Might as well be my runway to touch down
‘Cause if I ever need a piece of home
I know just right where I’ll go
By plane
Yes, he made the album of 2012
(Just ask him
He'll tell you) But that was just the
Second biggest moment of Frank Ocean's year
Here, while wearing
The town where we live
Has it’s own special smell
It’s a little like sea-food
And sex on the back-seat
And there’s girls I got to know
Who were happy
Driving through town just my boy and me
With a happy meal in his booster seat
Knowing that he couldn't have the toy
Till his nuggets were gone
the seven seas
Girl like me I used to be the August Clown
Singing in bars with big TVs in little towns
I’ll take the slow road and I tell you what
I can fit
and says "I'm so fucking tired of singing about love
I want an album where I'm strictly talking about dicks
Big ones little ones and crooked ones with weird
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