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Horse
I have a grey horse and he's a rover
There's no horse to compare in Cardiganshire

I have a new saddle made from pigskin
Double rains, a stirrup

a wave crashing on a shore 
I know I will meet my end 
'Til then I’ll be coming back for more
I’m in awe of what’s around the bend 

Love will keep us here

a fish, he's got a matchin' bow tie
Swimmin' in a 24 acre sea
Suckin' on a hickey, that's fine by me
Yes I'm batshit crazy
Whatchu gonna do
Yes I'm laughin'

Man I'm fightin
Man I'm fightin
This rappin feel like a uphill battle
Can't walk no more gotta get a horse and saddle
Use to drown in the sea
Now I'm

Crooked crowned pussy man paid by the mob
Do you ever consider finding a new job
Taking your talents elsewhere
Dump the boys in blue
I know you'll be

Saddle up and ride with me

Down this open trail for miles I ride
Beautiful and powerful by my side
A noble steed forgiving and true
Together we

We'll be there

Crashed my bicycle into the back of a truck
We'll be there
Tripped on my skis and became a giant snow ball
We'll be there
Came in from

folly, they call it youthful folly
All I needed was a smack in the mouth
I was a boy just a little boy
Shining without a flicker of doubt
Too young to know

ending, Christmas never seems to come
But even in the saddest melody we'll find the sweetest song
Stepping out side by side, my faithful friend and I

feeling souped up like I sniffed a line of Folgers house I mean Maxwell
Cats ask if Fred Laps can rap well I'm glad you asked hell
I can kick a hot line

Top of the morning top of the morning
It's about that time
I go by the name of Rhapso man if you ain't heard of a nigga
Just tell me how Fred

feeling souped up like I sniffed a line of Folgers house I mean Maxwell
Cats ask if Fred Laps can rap well I'm glad you asked hell
I can kick a hot line

me
Cause I fucked all the dispatch
Bitch, call me Queer Eye
If you think I'm lookin' mismatched

Come in for a crotch shot
Upper cut a hot twat!
You be

That will resent us in the end

Oh these echoes of mine
They don't exactly go away
When I go back to sleep
I need a melatonin please

Oh these echoes

Free Fred that boy was out in the hood, then he got took (Free em)
My district got old and shook, catch them boys they fold like books
Fourteen when I

.... I forever keep ya name in these street Gordo never be in vain put ya soul up on these beats ..


Verse 2
_ couldn’t be by ya side the way I wanted

Except for in the mental landscape
Of places where I've been back and forth
Through space and time playin' pass the torch
To arrive back at the source

the clouds
In a fight with a spider's web
Tunnels in the ground

Winding to China
To the mist of the distant shore
Better be home by suppertime
Back through

by you

Can you take it back
Can you make it go away
Wish I never knew this
I did everything you said
It all just turned to black
And I can't do this

yo bread
You da King of Bethel nobody said
After this yo career hangs by a thread
You ain’t a rapper, boy you is Fred
Act just like him, just your hair

so the story goes
Breaking heels on cobble stones
Catching cold in the midnight air
Dancing in the streets like Fred Astaire
Not ready for bed
Not

Halle Halle hallelujah
And the name by which He is know is the Word of God
The Armies of Heaven followed Him riding upon white horses
Clad in white

bine if you hang off
The back of the bike (Bap, bap)
Ayy, Zeck
Can I see how they talk on the net?
(No threat) no threat
He got bored in the back of his

Love You For That

Fredo

Third Avenue

And you wanted Fred in by ten
That wouldn't work out
My whole block knows I didn't get here the easy way
Damn, I'm coolin' on remindin' 'til I beat