Lyrics:
day when you kissed your lover
Hot coffee and the trees in the park
You lie so easy
But you say you love me
It's the cliché of a broken heart
Seems so
long ago
I have a drawer to hide my notes
“Wait for diamonds, wait for fall”
Tops of oaks cut through the fog
Toss it all out burn it all
Battersea Park
heart?
The other day when you kissed your lover
Hot coffee and the trees in the park
You lie so easy
But you say you love me
It's the cliché of a broken
space
It takes more than dotted lines to make my heart race
Dirty suits with black ties and sharp taste
Looking to steal their next soul to get a Park
A place to park a missile an watch some cable news
Maybe rent the top gun video and grimace like tom cruise
Now there's 99 yellow ribbons around the old
Do a spinning back flip off the top step
(Yea, we doing wild gymnastics)
Grip oak wheel
Ten stacks make the coach squeal
Laid back eating smoked veal
isn't a fake (no fakes)
I love to row boat with you and your wife on Central Park lake
She goes to Opera and stays wide awake (yes, I do)
That's why this
India India India
It's a typical Savannah day
So I take my guitar to the park and I play
Sitting up under the live oak tree
The strangest feeling
a major thang.
Sign a major deal, with a major payne.
They gave me a budget, I bought a bicycle frame.
I rode that bitch around Walnut park,
Put a stack
I'll sing you a song of
The Cloisters if you hark
I'll sing of the Cloisters in Fort Tryon Park
Where I used to go in the month of June
To listen
is calling "India, India, India"
It's a typical Savannah day, so I take my guitar to the park and I play
Sitting up under the live oak tree's,
girl, we can get to it right now"
Enough room in this red label, fold up them oak tray tables, get down
Raise that dress up, oh you ain't got nothing
ass soft commercial rhyme
I don't sound like Phyllis Simon or the Wynans
I rock Central Park but do not mistake me for Paul Simon
I can't hear nothin
wires
A couple niggas from the old block mad
So when I visit I park my lo-lo in the grass
To keep an eye out, smoking one for the homie on the mural
to see what's in us
Now is the time to know for sure
Words words words drinking tea and wine
Words words words walking in the park
Walking in the park
I'm on a mission for dime pieces and sexy ladies
Allow me to introduce you to my CL Mercedes
It's a star-studded event when I valet park
Open up my
Church (Church, Church, Church, Church, Church)
Yeah, okay
Eh, I be posted up in park, fumes comin' out my shit exhaust
Yellow lights just
Words & Music by
Ed Bruce and Phil O'Donnell
Second day of third grade, Three Oaks Elementary
She sat in the first row, I was all the way across
her box and I unpack
She's moving in
She's moving in
Her flask of tea, I write some notes
Park the van under shady oaks
She's moving in
She's moving in
of passage
Moms & Pops never married nigga, I’m a bastard!
-Uh-
House party out in Sherman Oaks
My Dominicans in Cali, they want all the smoke
White chick in
time blues
You and me together can do whatever we want to
Oh baby got the spring time blues
You and me are sitting under the old oak tree
Who could have
to the park, a frisbee game in the parking lot
A silent night when all the town is sleeping
I walked past fountains in patches of streetlights
Gold colored
breaking through tonight
Well she just tipped over the mighty oak ripped it out of the ground no it weren’t no joke
Missed our house by just 2 feet it’s
to the park and niggas shooting up teams
Swish
Pull up with two homies, ran the court, big 3
Cuz we treat the playground like a streetball league
But if he in
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