Lyrics:
Met her at the park
Under the old oak tree
She asked me what my name was
I said what do you mean
I didn't know her age
But she looked so very pretty
Ofttimes alone was she
In a park by the sióg oak
Ringed by tomes
she'd dream
Though the world will never know
Mad Mary paints on
Though her art we'll never
but I got a Little Rock
Stones bout as clear as some deer park
I pull the oak out and slap
You with the still part
Ain't nothin' poppin' if I ain't
Do you know about my city, the city of Oak
Oh, don't you know
Do you know about my city, the city of Oak
Oh, don't you know
Now lets take
There's some chore's in this house
There's some chore's in this house
French maid
Pedigree neat
Dirt don't beat me
Make oak pristine
Make that Covid game
I'm playing at Player's Park (Oakland)
Everybody on the floor, do you really want some more?
We'll get funky like Playboy $hort (Oh-oh-oh-Oaktown)
I'm playing at Player's Park (Oakland)
Everybody on the floor, do you really want some more?
We'll get funky like Playboy $hort (Oh-oh-oh-Oaktown)
just to watch that river flow
Grabbed my guitar from the back seat
Wrote a song just for me
And I sung it for the blue sky
And a couple live oak
around
Lean to the left and lean to the right
You can do this dance at day or night
Oh yeah that's the way, dancin' like a tree on a windy day
Oak birch
I walk with my mother under the old oak tree
By the river and the play park where I used to run free
My initials are carved into the branch
to the park just to see you
Like a fool, picking flowers
That I could not give you
In the big oak table
Once again like a fool, like a weirdo
Spending time
into a fucking oak tree
I could see you coming from a mile away
Calling me over, don't you say my name
Flee into the park just to leave you astray
Just
I walked through the park and saw a young oak tree growing,
Growing beside an old bark hit by lightning.
I asked the young tree how he wished
time,
In this park of nostalgia, your love I'll find.
(Verse 2)
Underneath the old oak tree's shade,
We shared stories of our yesteryears.
In your eyes,
a Tokyo bouncy ball
It's an Oslo bouncy ball
It's a Rio de Janiero bouncy ball
Filter, I love these mighty oaks, don't you?
Do everything and feel
to
Leave at dawn
I hope you're climbing up the tree in your backyard
Finding peace sat against the oak looking at the stars
I know you're crying out to sea,
From the Magic City to a dusty lane
Traded theme parks for fields of grain
Heard the crickets in the twilight glow
Felt the heartbeat of the South ya
We was lovin' that
Before they started jackin' jacks
For notes from Red Oaks had folks scared to come through
College Park after dark, Crown
the evening
you may rather be with people
more interesting
the sun is low
it colors the red oak
i look at a sign with the park rules
to avoid your eyes
seven
a nigga like I ain't dark-skinned (fuck)
But I ain't fuck with y'all since 106 & Park ended
Cypher's just a waste of time 'cause I walk the park with it
home
Live my life so slowly
Sitting right by your side
Locked in the park, can't leave the lake
Spelling out my thoughts under the oak
My memories
east Oakland,
Smokin on some premo, in a clean ass, coke white El Camino,
Dual exhaust sparkin,
Park it like Reno, I ain't soft I see some hoes in
the autobahn
In the distance or the
Steps of his companion just a few feet ahead
Caged court centered in a park somewhat
Densely populated with live oak trees
Island
Chalk Farm, Massif Central, Gospel Oak, Sao Paolo
Boston Manor, Costa Rica, Arnos Grove
San Clemente, Tufnell Park, Gracetown, York Way
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