Lyrics:
thing
I love You, I love You, I love You
Your name is, beautiful
It drips off of my lips like drops of gold
It makes me, want to dance
You're my
the back roads by the rivers of my memory
And keeps you ever gentle on my mind
It's not clingin' to the rocks and ivy
Planted on their columns now that
too long
And you came by and gave me a happy song
Now my lonesome days are through and I'll give my heart to you
And I'll get up and get me some loving
tell me how you feel)
I think about you all the time
I see you in my dreams (I see you in my dreams)
Baby boy, not a day goes by
Without my fantasies
pro, equipped with rhymes to go
Sully low
Rock a teflon coat like it's ten below
Controller of my destiny, live for longevity
When my life in jeopardy
One way to rock
I've heard it called by different names all over the world, but it's all the
Same there's so many ways to make love a million ways
to love her
Built my world all around her"
Yeah, hey, hey, hey
She's been my inspiration
Showed appreciation
For the love I gave her through
world over
And you'll never find another honest man
Last fair deal in the country, sweet Suzie
Last fair deal in the town
Put your gold money where
Boosie Badazz
Rozay, I know about that nickel rock
In the match box I saw my first nickel rock
Cash city, nigga with his first nickel spot
Rest in
Boosie Badazz
Rozay, I know about that nickel rock
In the match box I saw my first nickel rock
Cash city, nigga with his first nickel spot
Rest in
the back roads
By the rivers of my memory and keeps you ever gentle on my mind
It's not clingin' to the rocks and ivy
Planted on their columns now that
-a-lack about to buy the projects
Moosa got his son dripping in gold
Ali 'bout to let his hair down on hoes
Me, I'm about to let my hair down on hoes
Top
just another story
And every gimmick hungry yob digging gold from rock 'n' roll
Grabs the mic to tell us he'll die before he's sold
But I believe in
tell just by our slang
Native print and skinny pants
Young Americana
Two Cs on my frame, eating pasta with my team
I rock old Chanel, old Chanel
I rock
always hit the town wit my boy Ben Franklin
Spend fo' get an ounce a dank then
Rich nigga get high and relax
And if I bust a Ben Frank', get some Andrew
the back roads by the rivers of my memory
And keeps you ever gentle on my mind
It's not clingin' to the rocks and ivy
Planted on their columns now that
three people she fucked on you
Up at Hot Rock's she be fucking bitches too
You told the world you gonna kill the slut
Then you're on TV licking her
my rents had bank
But all that's gold non't always glitter,
So I'll take another puff from my one hitter
I'm a slave to the trade I'm paid
Yes I've got me a big legged woman, that solid rocks my soul
Yes I've got me a big legged woman, that solid rocks my soul
And every time she turns
knock you out
Don't you call this a regular jam
I'm gonna rock this land
I'm gonna take this itty-bitty world by storm
And I'm just gettin' warm
Just
just another story
And every gimmick hungry yob digging gold from rock 'n' roll
Grabs the mic to tell us he'll die before he's sold
But I believe in
Debbie
Queen of the underground
Carrying her gold guitar
The show is over
My downtown baby is headin' home singing a song
She's walkin' alone
She
roads
By the rivers of my memory
Keeps you ever gentle on my mind
It's not clinging to the rocks and I'd be planted
On their columns now that binds me
How everything still turns to gold
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock
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