Lyrics:
to Glasgow though Im born Weegie
Do it easy on E's man Im easy
Run around town with a blade in my sleeve eh
You got a problem? Dont want to see me
Put you
to Glasgow though Im born Weegie
Do it easy on E's man Im easy
Run around town with a blade in my sleeve eh
You got a problem? Dont want to see me
Put you
You must drive a roundabout way
In the night through mountainous Maine
In a white Canadian film distribution van
With a reel
And the reel says
like the others
You don't know what it takes to be me
Walking round my city that's where i'll be
Reppin Glasgow city what can u see
Just send me
make it out.
Drowning, man I'm going dowwwwn.
I just wanna make it out. (Out, out)
Grass is always greener, wowwwwww.
You don't know about my towwwn.
you gotta get Vans
See me in the club, bitch I'm a grown man
If you see me at a party, then it must be crack
Cost thirty-six dollars, all black, yes
be tight with a man that is
When you lose a record deal, yeah all the perks fade fast
Dealership said, "We're going to need to get that mini-van
Crackers is out with Cactus Albums, blackness is in
African symbols and medallions represent Black Power
And we ain't know what it meant, me and my man
the hippie van|Oh oh oh oh oh...|The man with the hippie van|Oh oh oh oh oh...|I'm gonna run into a bar|Just hit the stage with my guitar|*My guitar*|I'm gonna
Ain't nobody fucking with me
First degree murder, you can get your degree
Motherfucker
And you ain't gotta wonder 'bout me wonder woman
Tune gonna
and Walnut honing my craft
Hoping to grasp on whatever was holding me back
Overflowing with Passion but it's the Focus we lacked
Combine the cultural reference
and the burnt out vans
I've got ninety-nine years of laying in the dark
And I'm far too young to lie
I've got ninety-nine ways to play my guitar
It's going
the truth in it (truth)
And as a boy, a man, I ran from boys in vans
Do the knowledge, acknowledge and try to comprehend
Hand full of contraband
A product
With the weight of the world on my shoulder
That's why they call me "Hova"
I'm far from being God
But I work goddamn hard
I wake up the birds so when
Her eyes they shown like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair, it hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band
I
I used to dream this place when I was a child
A bloody trail that goes for thousands of miles
Lined with the heads of pigs with Glasgow smiles
Who
hat and silver skates
Jugglin' three collection plates Jesus Christ
Townes Van Zandt standin' at the bar
Skinnin' a Hollywood movie star
Can't
with Taco, fuck with Jasper
Fuck with Lionel, man that shit is gon' get sketchy
Shirt is striped, my shorts are short
My Vans are Vans 'cause Tyler
at the numbers I put on the board last round
I passed out on a flight to Glasgow I'm a cash cow, your boy is the man now
I done growed up, glowed up, what can I
homie
Yeah
All the bitches love my yellow vans
Tell me I look handsome in 'em
Now I'm dancing with 'em, yeah
Ah, those yellow Vans
They love my yellow
the God came home, let's go
Praise him all you can
All woman and man
Praise him with your heart
Praise him with your mind
Praise him everyone, all
be tight with a man that is
When you lose a record deal, yeah all the perks fade fast
Dealership said, "We're going to need to get that mini-van
freak and sleep in
It's your decision, your world, I just live in it
No kiddin'
Get my paper
Handle business
Meetin' later
Commission
When I'm done with
ON VACATION, THERE'S NOT MUCH LEFT TO SEE
THEN I HAD ME A TATTOO IN ABERDEEN, AFTER I DRANK NINE PINTS I GUESS WOKE ME UP IN GLASGOW, WITH SOME SILLY INK LINES
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