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verse little old freak me (She be on somethin')
Hey riddle sweet peas wit' your nickel PCs; fickle CDs, miserable TV sitcom (typical!)
Pathetic. Ritual.

girl like a bee to something sweet

You could always find her when the night time fell
Crankin up a bucket from that old stone well
Drinkin from her

long - digital cocaine

Two-zero-one-nine, my cocaine is digital
It's a fucking miracle. this moment is pivotal
The flow is lyrical, sweet, and liquid

Showed me how to take a little an make a lot
Late night thinking real deep
Smoking on a fat sweet
Not even gone lie missing my love ones
As the days go by

In love's sweet grasp, I danced with glee
A melody of trust, a symphony
But shadows lurked in passion's flame
And whispers wove a treacherous game

enter the track
And find me in the 90s, listening to Dru Hill
Sisqo, getting with that Rhythm and Blues feel
I knew Seal, killing it with that sweet soul,

the vine
Your beauty is a purpose I wanna Define
If a dead soul finds your love Mehn oh ma revive
Amazing grace loro yi Wo how Sweet the sound
When my soul

Tokyo-Sweet, do your thing, I know that's right)
Pour some mashed potato gravy
Right down my ass crack (Pa, pa, pa-pa-pa)
Like it's krissss miss
Chicken broth,

drama mane they don't deserve yo energy
Date night just to take it off yo memory
Fine red head hair same color sweet potato
c lil hood she from Lemon

Family Tree

Aaron Watson

The Underdog

Sunday afternoon church potluck
George Jones blaring from my grandpa's truck
Granny's fried chicken and her sweet tea
Now that's a bittersweet memory

The Wysteria vines were climbin'|Every sunset was a watercolor,|The promise of a perfect summer|A blue eyed boy with a red TransAm.|We spent hours

that sweet potato pie
& my blood sugars low
So I think I need a slice(soft laugh hm hm)
I think I need a nurse bae 
Baby you a winner 
Yeah I see you up

like the FBI
And he call me his sweet potato pie
Sit on the couch and I just pick up phone, I call on that spare
And he will be here just like a breath

of steak,
I look in your eyes, I see sweet potato pies.
I'm thinking nasty thoughts, but I'm no sinner.
Ummm baby you smell like dinner.

Umm baby you

Potato Head
Way too ahead of myself
So many multiple choices
I'm hearing these voices
Got me second guessin' myself
Wonderin' if I still got it
Like

¿Qué e' lo que?

Hoy vine a gastar todo' mis billete'
Esta noche yo me desacaté
Despué' de bebe' yo te vo' a hace' un bebé
No vaya' a pensar que

Gangsta Wife

Dirty

Love Us or Hate Us

2003

Po'kchop, sweet potato pie up out the stove so hot
I know I'm pimpin' right now, but baby one day this pimp gon' stop
I know I was crazy baby I had you out

turnt with this bottle in my hand
Shorty from PR know whats up when I land
She got that sweet potato, she gone give me all that yam
You ain't got no BBL,

wanna seem cocky, but me and bro underrated
Stuck in this depressed state of mind
Like I'm caved in by so many vines
Tryna break free, tryna break out

on me stand for fry niggas
Bake a nigga quicker then a sweet potato pie nigga (one call)
Might not end up rich but you can try nigga
Give a fuck about you

Intro 
Bounce suh 
Yoo Lee Milla 
Lee Milla, Lee Milla 

Verse 1 
Doe mek mi glass run dung, mhm 
Doe mek di vine run dung, mhm 
A bare gyal a whine

I'm stuck in traffic
Being dramatic, I just instagram'd it
Then I'm at the store and everyone's there
Patty's sweet potato and no one wants to share

mine
Doing alright Still getting by
Baked potato with butter chives and chicken thighs
No hooks on the end of this fishing line
God damn
Fucked in

where I sleep
Whisper careful they don't hear a peep
They was counting sheep I'm on the creep
Concrete rose I broke apart the streets
Sprouted vines