Lyrics:
the day you were born
You know it has all been planned
The quartet of deliverance rides
A sinner once a sinner twice
No need for confession now
new
Niggas want me dead, for a bag and a
Price on my head, got a price on my head (price on my head)
Night when I rest, with a knife by my bed
the barrel and brandy in the glass
But little Sir John, with his nut-brown bowl, proved the strongest man at last
They've let him lie for a long long time
brown
Weh just reach in town how me sound
Mi make a vow you ago low mi marijuana
Love it from the day mi
Daddy show me marijuana
Hills a sainty a weh me
Yesterday we had some rain, but all in all, I can't complain
Was it dusty on the train, p. s. I love you
Write to the Browns just as soon as you're able
the dead say
That a man lives no more
Than his fair share of days
Down on Western Ford Gateway
It flowed upon the cobbled floor
For the bottle's dead
you tell?
The days I tried to cover up and conceal
My pride, it only made it harder for me to deal
When living in a that come with plan B
the day you were born
You know it has all been planned
The quartet of deliverance rides
A sinner once a sinner twice
No need for confession now
Seen a man standin' over a dead dog lyin' by a highway in a ditch
He's lookin' down kinda puzzled, pokin' that dog with a stick
Got his car doors
Take me somewhere where the land turns to
A bright sandy beach and a scenic view
Let me sit there a while, while Zac Brown plays
And I'll stay
I dream of Jeannie with the light brown hair
Floating like a vapor on the summer air
I hear her melodies like days gone by
Sighing around my heart
the day you were born
You know it has all been planned
The quartet of deliverance rides
A sinner once a sinner twice
No need for confession now
I dream of Jeannie with the light brown hair,
Floating like a vapor on the summer air.
I hear her melodies like days gone by,
Sighing around my heart
in the sky (glass in the sky)
For the people partying, 'til the mornin' light
They wanna knows my role model, it's in a brown bottle
(Ooooh,
I took my roof off at the red light
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Brown bag legend 'cause it's all cash
charges left to me by a dead sailor from Bury being wired up under every window sill in close proximity to my ears. When friends ring and are inconvenient
dance?
Remember when we thought that first base
Was just holding hands?
Those days come back in the dead of night
Those days that felt like another
creature by habit Bruce Wayne know what I mean
I mean I'm in between sunset and sunrise
As a dawn type of nigga for the home invasion surprise prize
Mother
back home (back home)
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone
Ever had one of them days wish would've stayed home
Run into a group of niggas who
there) for someone to take it home
By itself (by itself) it's just a cold metallic thing
Only love can make a golden wedding ring
In a little wedding
dead
Speak to him kindly and often of Joe
And pat him on his brown shaggy head
And you, dearest mother, shall miss me for a while
But in heaven I
Now Ebo Walker was born in Kentucky, and raised by his daddy on a hillside farm,
He took up fiddle playing just for fun, that's the last work Ebo
of the dead, upon the graves of the dead
You'll get nothing for something
Arise the hidden war of a dead song unsung
The night of your children's day
across the sea are counting the dead
A politician's job they say is very high
For he has to choose who's got to go and die
They can put a man
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