Lyrics:
a bigger heart,
A flare for the dramatics
I swear this girls amphetamine
And I’m the addict
Oh, she’s homegrown,
New England toned,
Little bit mean, but not
come back again and again
Because there's nothing like you
New England
Tried to escape to Boston
But always returned to the same dead end
Bad times were
pretend
That we were further away from here
Maybe San Francisco instead
Of where we'll someday lie dead
I'll send kisses from New England to you
I'll leave
the block
I rep Mobay I'm a HotBoy
All about them Cash Money and
Them Roc toys I only cop the best
Your shit makes no noise
I'm winning like New England
Y'all
in the tide
Will I roll back in time to see you
Will you still catch me
When I'd rather find the ground
Will you keep me in the cold new england sound
(Im not looking for a new England)
(Im just looking for another girl)
(Im not looking for a new England)
(Im just looking for another girl)
Не могу
Daytrippers pacing
Lovers embracing
They are no closer than we two could be
Rosa Rugosa grows by a New England sea
The high tide sends rollers
Into
His father died and left him a little farm in New England.
All the long black funeral cars left the scene
And the boy was just standing there alone
His father died and left him a little farm in New England.
All the long black funeral cars left the scene
And the boy was just standing there alone
that
You can't take that time we drove to Denver
Or that night we went out dancing in the park
You can't take that Christmas in New England
Or that
nothing I like better
Just before Australia Day
Than heading down the New England Highway
Got my boots on, got my hat on
Got my old guitar and a new
nothing I like better
Just before Australia Day
Than heading down the New England Highway
Got my boots on, got my hat on
Got my old guitar and a new
nothing I like better
Just before Australia Day
Than heading down the New England Highway
Got my boots on, got my hat on
Got my old guitar and a new
brought asparagus to North America in the 1700s
Planting it initially in New England
By the 1850s it had found its way to North California
West Brookfield
a deep breath girl
And meet me at the Bay State tonight
And the snow is coming down
On our New England town
And it's been falling all day long
What
man dreamt for me lay on the other side, yeah
I would leave if only I could find a reason
I'm mean because I grew up in New England
I got dreams,
New England
I got dreams but I can't make myself believe them
Spend the rest of my life with what could have been
And I will die in the house that I
buntlines overhauled;
Are the sheerpoles and gear all ready?
Soon for New England we will steer.
Rolling home, rolling home,
Rolling home across the sea,
Wish I was back there in New England
Playing in dirt behind the bar
Our shouting voices intermingling
With 'Little, little Willy' from the car
Back
New England's the conglomerate
Heading north with my plates
From Connecticut
On the road we some Massholes
and Connecticunts
Local language
boy inna L.A.
Rude boy inna Kingston
Bad boy inna New England
New York the whole kingdom
I ain't got the remedy
But when they root for me
makes me break dance in my room and do some head spins
I’m the King man like New England, in any stadium I take a win man,
I'm intelligent like
rented the foreign
You don't exist, but I've been important
I'm in New England, like Brady I'm throwing
Up all the lean
Shit cost a fortune
Like we posted
It's supposed to be September
With the falling leaves
And no New England heat I guess
Storytelling's hard when you can't make things poetic
cause
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