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Southern Land

Taylor Ray Holbrook

Southern Land

2016

All my roudy country friends, around here
We like to meet at The Holler, build a fire, drink a beer
We slip out to the field, climb a tree, shoot

Fully natural, I'm tryna make a damn team
Bueno bars, I'm the choco
You the damn cream
Fuck you mean
I got people that be frontin' like they know me
We

a skunk
Bitch it's 60 for the runts
If you scared go get a gun
We be shooting Shìt for fun
Let his body smack the floor
Let him live he with his son
And my

in my glory now they tell me I'm evil
Satanic worship what I preach like I sit under the steeple
Yeah lately shit don't feel the same
I've been afraid

to move away from you (No)
Cross my heart cause I don't want you (What?)
To be a harm for my heart baby (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Flex on my ex let me count

was talking hella crazy now he feeling fed up
My niggas smoking by the pound and we get our bread up
But when a nigga gets to talking we all sliding out

Lifeline

Parental Advisory

Ghetto Street Funk

[Verse 1]
I never got a yo when my pockets were low
But now I'm makin' dough it's all hello, hello
Since I got to dunkin' these motherfuckers I be

im heaven sent but they want me in satans hell
one day my face gone be on the cover of a xxl
today im in my foreign car with my favorite girl
my

stacking new tricks
Postman dropping me paper, I get money like cracks no Slay World (get cash)
Finna paint my face just like a pop star, I'm not tryna be

Niggas, make me wanna do a drive-by (pew pew)
Nigga, I'm baked like a chicken pot pie
Ay, nigga, you wanna do this the easy way or the hard way
I'm gettin'

I told yall no faith
I'm just one of a kind
The bitch wanted space
Must be out of her mind
To think I'm so blind
You can search but won't find

likewise
Damn this bitch got so much pride
On my soul I can't keep trying
I can just be all by myself don't got time for her if she think I'm lying
I don't

that I kick it South River, Trax
East
Fuck with me you'll be deceased 6 foot underground is where you'll be to say
The least
East Coast Pride until I

the back stabber 
Your the judas
Loose a trophy in the spur 
Of the moment like lucas

Put it top bins
Front line like watkins
Won't be around once 
A year

able to take off your hat?
Or will the place where it was
the space that it had
Be displaced and detached?

I'm sick of you all,
Sticky people, sickly

night
Pull up for a Jr. Tray I know that we'll be alright

Get me on that bluetooth, open up that sunroof
Lemme put you on this song, hold on

You know

Aye, you don't know me
And you don't - know how I get by
Y'know the cost of these sparks I let fly
Y'know the gravity of thoughts in my head, guy

you?)
Man, don't come to my town anymore
Don't be coming around this year
Damn, son

Aye, let me tell you that I'm meant to be famous. You niggas never forgave it
When I said it once, so times a million makes you all hate me
You wanna

to say what you say
I'll be that body
I know I know I know we done been there before
Peep around but you alone with nobody by your side
You can just pick

baby
You just want some good pipe like this blue light sabre 

Talking 5 star hotel, thousand a night 
I mean the room by the water, breakfast ain't in

here to stay I tell you I’m not leaving
Them vicious thoughts is leaving my brain
When I wake up by your side I be needing that thang
When you tell me

nigga be holding his self back
You all in ya own way
Where the fuck they do that at
Focus and stop fuckin around
But sometimes you just sit down
And let

exercise
Trapping with the vibe
Nikey boys up in the ride
Shawty texting me
Say that she be extra lit
Mahn she wanna pop her tits
Cause a diver wanna hit
I