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feel too right
This old road keeps on winding
Way past that horizon line
I was born a poor ramblin' drifter
With a soul that never knew it's home
My

in Moesha
Got a lot, to break off, my hearts eager
If old love, is weight loss, then I'm a keeper
Uh
As we proceed
It's the return of crowded
With

like
Let the beat bump 'till these drums feel like a kick in the rib
I been on some bullshit
Treat a rooftop hang like a bully pulpit
Treat an old friend

deepened all a sudden
People listened some more
Im makin history
Despite the family name
The longest line of folks that grew up out the country with no bliss

how we cry now
Will it be together or alone
Looking at my phone
Reading his obituary
In the dark when I got home
I see his smile, I see trauma too
That

to grow
Let the testosterone flow
A child has they a place
But I swear I was old
Must of been my soul
That's what them folk say
Anyway,
Come trip with me

I’m riding in a bullet train 

Surfing on the jet stream

Blown by a hurricane

Deep into a daydream 

Fly across the promised land

Cruise in

right
always on go mode before i see green at the traffic light i be in the zone speeding
made it home this evening
leave a nigga dome bleeding
tell em

For a bitch nigga that gon get me pissed
Born and raised, back in my old days
Murking was the wave, nothings changed
Im in my own lane coming like

the kids talkin about
what Santa might bring
My folks got me a bike
I thought they were goin soft
But then I seen the serial number
Been scratched off

All I

I'm chosen by dentists /
Opponents are lonely my folks are transcendent /
...Enough is enough /
E'ry word i meant it, you want it bad enough /
Ever

summer days gone by
Late night and no ones going home
Just stars and fireflies

When we get together 
It’s always a good time
When we get together
making

To conquer new land I must seek out and roam
Know a lot of old folks would say I'm goddamn crazy
But momma your baby won't just be some maybe
So before I lay

the mistakes that were make by these old folks  
And try to fix this world that we broke 

I appreciate all of you
You'll always lend a helping hand i know thats

Take me home
,down costal roads
And drinking by the sea
Where they say
That's loves a rarer find
It didn't mean that much to me
Because it was
Such

roads in Iowa
My old pickup throws a cloud of dust
We're headin' back to see the folks in Iowa
The ones we love and trust

cnd you will be ridin' by my

homies
Most the these folks no they don't know me
Curtains close then they act phoney
Didn't know the ropes so they ask show me
Turned to my corner I was

Time has passed me by
Still I wonder if I'll get back home
'Cause I'm here alone

All I want is all I know
All I feel is winter's cold
All I see is what

she carried some matches to sell

But no one had bought one all throughout the day
She dared not go home; not a penny she'd made

Freezing and hungry

I'll make it
If I'm famous
Woah dude
You're being Tom Petty
You need to Tom Wait a sec
Body is a wonderland
Mind is a playground set
Many folks greatly

case New York is the worst. Everybody's pointing China dealt with it first. Schools close down and the old folks fade. Senators got busted with insider

Jenny had a one-room shack by the armory
Winter nights she pulled that tattered dress around her knees
And sat beside a driftwood fire whispering

even though it may not show
My family was drove by the people down the road
(Yeah)
I want to find something new like I'm looking for the truth
I'm waxy

my dear loving family at 11 years old
Too picture perfect it was candid left an image in my head
Every member held a camera understand I am the man