Lyrics:
Driving down blistered severe
The rapacious maw of our despair
Black dog follows, strip club echoes
The raven's shadow across the ghetto
Up
scatter 'cross the hills, Lord lordy
When she blows up she'll scatter 'cross the hills
Well John Henry had a little woman
I believe the lady's name was
this drank, bitch, I step in heels
God, my head hurt, I been poppin' so many damn pills
Now my bread hurt, I just bought a crib up in the Hills
Got
Charlotte and bypassed Rock Hill,
And we never was a minute late.
We was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown,
Rollin' 'cross the Georgia state.
We
the hill to be with my other wife
A rich nigga living strife going on like nothing's wrong
But that damn Caller ID is the reason for this song
So one
the old birch tree
Oh mommy and daddy, look past the tears you cry
We're both up in Heaven now, God is by our side
As you lay us down to rest in
shot, bitch
Let's fuck up the program
Get stopped by cops, smoking on Rosecrans
Make a little cash
They wanna put me in a toe tag
Thrown and locked in
1, 2, 1, 2, yo check this out, it's the jump off right now
I want everybody, to put your work down, put your guns down
And report to the pit,
of the hill
Where my shadow grow
On top of the hill
Where I walk alone
This way I'm trying to make it
Woman at my doorstep naked
Staring down at the river
Only
back and monkey it
Loose booty
Junkie twist
Loose booty
Nunsense!
Loose booty
Jack and Jill went up a hill
To get a pail of water
Jack fell
neighbor
Slow down love, please chill, drop the caper
Remember them niggas from the hill up in Brownsville
That you rolled dice with, smoked blunts
both ways like she a fucking nun chunk
Boy I want the smoke so I pull up like ay bitch what up
Getting to the bag since the fucking sun up
This ain't no
(lynch):
Feel my nature rise, blood shot red eyes
Waitin' in your back seat, catch you by surprise
Situations and circumstances make you take them
nuts
I can't tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what
And that's, B's up, hoes down
Lookin' in the mirror, I'm no where to be found
Blood, I'm
Follow me down
Follow me down
Follow me down
By Mr Tom Hughes, ooh
My mama told me
My lil' sister too
"Women down the street, sonny
Gonna be
to
She practices her lessons every afternoon
Up and down the scales of nowhere
Stumbling across Au Claire de Lune
Hour after hour in her basement room
Joe Hill come over from Sweden shores
Looking for some work to do
And the Statue of Liberty waved him by
As Joe come a sailing through, Joe Hill
of the hill
We're going to get there, come on, come on
Skinny dip, skinny dip, skinny dip
Skinny dip skinny dipping around the scene
Way down by the river
As you've guessed it was best that she rid her
Self from this an unfriendly affair
So without more to do than say dither
Suzi went over the hill and back
here,
But it hasn't moved in years,
I'm breaking up inside
[Chorus]
Hang on to your girl,
'Cause this is an unfriendly world
Birthday cards from
But I know this is where I belong
I'll ramble and gamble for the one I love
And the hills will give me a song
Though nothing looks familiar to me
I
nigga, you better D up
And when I come by, bitch, you better be up
Ass up, face in the pillow
I don't give a fizzle
Got to do my bizzle
The only
nuts
I can't tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what
And that's, B's up, hoes down
Lookin' in the mirror, I'm no where to be found
Blood, I'm
need a camera phone to get the picture
Chalk down, tape around, body bag zipped up
Carlo Verrazano, you can call me mister
It's 4:20, roll up, n****
_(cropped).jpg/226px-Claire_Lynch_(30361323857)_(cropped).jpg "Claire Lynch")
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