Lyrics:
digger's ass
Oceanside it ends the ride, San Clemente coming up
Sunday desperadoes slip by, gas station closed,
Cruise with a dry back
Orange drive-in
right up the grasshop hill, and I
Dance with every fireflies
When my body start to shiver
I come down by the river, and I
Rock myself by the water's
drugs I go to the moon
Lil' spoiled bitch, 2000 on shoes
Walk in the club with one bitch, leave with two
By myself at the top like cocoon
When I'm in
tires fair
Pulling out of San Pedro late one night
With the moon and the stars just shining bright
We was headed up grapevine Hill
Passing cars like they
Lay by the pool
Different beach every summer
Lookin at the view of the moon
View of the moon
She wanna dance under
Lookin at the view of the moon
Lay by
you should be, from the hills to the shore,
By the wind to my door, raise the highway dust,
Break the law if you must, throw the world, only just
There's a full moon slippin' up over the hill
There's a heart gettin' ready to fall
There's an old song playing on the radio
And there's a crazy
I by day nor the Moon by night
Jah will keep me from all evil
Jah will keep my soul
Jah will preserve my going out and my coming in
I will lift up
Uh, find me a Kendall Jenner I'll be a gentleman to her
Give me a Jourdan Dunn she never gonna finish a nigga
Hol' up
Walk by, on fire baby
Ridin' down the road in my pick-up truck
Ya better get ready cause I'm pickin' you up
With a full moon a shinin' and a little bit a luck
We'll run
Black solidarity day arrest sentence
Looking at the moon he starts his coming soon
High like my man c'mon give me the fame
His flame is so
Arm in arm gazing into diamond light
The pitch-black night is crowded with stars
Hand in hand climbing up the highest hill
To get the bird's-eye
cabin
By noon of second day
He must have heard us coming
For he up and he ran away
We camped by the rocky rapids
While the moon was shining bright
Ridin' down the road in my pick-up truck
Ya better get ready cause I'm pickin' you up
With a full moon a shinin' and a little bit a luck
We'll run
crimson and gold, and grow dim,
Till the moon set the pearly peaks gleaming,
And the stars tumbled out, neck and crop;
And I've thought that I surely was
stands
Who made heaven and earth
I lift up my eyes to the hills
The sun will not strike you by day
From where shall come my help
Nor the moon in the night
seems like,
Camelot.
And the seventies lasted 'til May.
And on the hill, that day, I gave up and started writing Decades.
And the eighties were
them your crown
Me up and you down
Now years after his climb
He’s buried by the sands of time
The king of the hill
Gives back to the ville some life
Used to take a run out of Bonner Springs
Go and take look at the girls up in Tonganoxie
Me and JD
`58 Pontiac, baby moons
All waxed up
to the moon and the stranger
And your fall by the sword love affair with Erroll Flynn
in these times of compassion when conformity's in fashion
Say one more
the light o' day or under the peak-faced moon;
In cabin or dance-hall, camp or dive, mucklucks or patent shoon;
On velvet tundra or virgin peak, by glacier,
Nor moon by night
I lift up my eyes to the hills
From where does my help come
My help comes from the LORD
Who made heav’n and earth
The Lord will keep
Summer was in the hills
Water in the canyon
Skin warmed by the sun
I brushed up against him
Wildflowers on fire
And then I asked him with my
the river roll by
And here comes that big ole prairie moon risin'
Shinin' down bright as can be
And up on the hill there's a coyote singin'
A song of Wyoming
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