Lyrics:
TRAGIC ROMANCE
(Louis M. Jones aka Grandpa Jones - Wiley Morris - Zake Morris)
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Nestled in the heart of the Tennessee
The father of the game, you pussy niggas wiley
How many niggas really wanna test,
Pain he originate I gotta be the best
Hundred motherfuckers tryin to do
rub my shoulder
its over.. before it gets any colder
so i gotta say its over
CHORUS
Wiley
Everyday im gonna stay low like a shadow
forget everybody
Wiley
I can tell you dont wanna come around cause
[you were always]
trying to make yourself so busy and
[you were always]
playing up, is this really
Representing Wiley's scene
Yeah, I'm a fucking grime MC
Nah blud, you can't ride with me
You can't factory buy these seats
Tried to warn a bro 'bout the climate
zajímá jen Wiley, pár let zpět Wilda nebyl ani plán B
Dřív si nevěřil a teď o co jde? Sorry, ale je mi líp bez tebe
Zdravím svý lidi co to maj stejně, byli
Ayy, křestní jméno Wiley, říkej mi doktor Kalba
Nedáváme shoty, more, u mě celá palba
Kluci pijou s náma, dělaj že udrží tempo
Nemaj na to vydrž, oni
freshly killed blood!"
I hate Roadrunner, why can't Wiley Coyote win
Cartoons, make me angry, why can't Sylvester eat Tweety
Saturday morning, roll out
And the snowfall leaves the tracks that catch a few
Bit if you're wiley, you will leave them lying
Snared up in the traps that they set for you
And it's
Khan, the wreck suede wiley Don
I judge wisely, as if nothin' ever surprise me
Loungin', between two pillars of ivory
I'm lively, my dome piece, is
sensei, master
Jack and Lindsey, Wiley, Kembe
Been paid, 10 Day been they FcFSc
Juice! Juice! Juice! Juice!
I got the juice, I got the juice (Yup!)
Juice!
ask Will (Wiley), man I've had it in my heart
So I drop tears cause everything's changed reminiscing them days tryna turn the page
Cause I've been
Jack and lindsey, wiley, kembe
Been paid, 10day been they fafsa
Ah! turn up turn up!
Juice! (juice!)
Juice! (juice!)
Juice! (juice!)
Juice!
Wiley up off peyote, wilding like that coyote
If I sip any Henny, my belly just might be outtie
Pull up inside a huggy, Starsky & Hutch a Dougie
I just
Out on the wiley, windy moors
We'd roll and fall in green.
You had a temper like my jealousy:
Too hot, too greedy.
How could you leave me,
to Wiley Post, and he showed me the Hall of Fame with
all the gold guitars and fiddles hanging on the walls. Then he said,
"Tex, step over this way,
of stocks and bonds, Kehinde Wiley on my wall
And I'ma pass it to my son
If Savage like the capo that mean Escobar the don, one mic', one gun
My net worth
to Wiley Post, and he showed me the Hall of Fame with
all the gold guitars and fiddles hanging on the walls. Then he said,
"Tex, step over this way,
and the Mississippi blue yodeler Jimmie Rodgers.
I dreamed I was there in hillbilly heaven
{Oh what a beautiful sight}
Spoken:
He introduced me to Wiley Post,
me
Lectures by Kwame Ture
The ambiance of pan-Africanism
A man after wisdom of the ancients
I paint with words like the
Brushes of Kehinde Wiley
Black
nothin'
And if you love 'em nothin's what you'll get
Their wiley arts, their tender pleas
Their fickle hearts, their knobby knees
Good for nothin'
Khan, the wreck suede wiley Don
I judge wisely, as if nothin' ever surprise me
Loungin', between two pillars of ivory
I'm lively, my dome piece, is
face on the floor and chew
That's what a want
I wanna two ting a double bed fling with a true ting
Wiley, rascal that's the bum ting
Gyal wanna bang
Project Baby, Sniper Gang, 1k
Free my nigga Koly, he 1k
Shouts out Lil' Pooh, he 1k wiley, he 1k
1k, 1k, 1k, 1k, 1k
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