Lyrics:
There’s a place where all the lost things go
Over the hill, at the end of the road
Where we all wait, and gather alone
Can’t stop looking back
So
He's back on the street, one more time
And he's playing his game, without you in mind
He's on a one-way road away from your heart
Headed down hill
be hard to see the light through the dark times
Had to commit some petty crimes just to get by
Yeah, shawty fine, but I ain't trickin', so I won't buy
I remember this
And I always will
There are new lovers now
On the same silent hill
Looking on the same blue sea
And I know Tom and I
Are a part
wonder, I take my place with the lord of the hills
And the blue-eyed soldiers stand slightly discoloured
In neat little rows sporting canvas frills
Hipgrave. Oh, Mac.
LATER
In the clear white circles of morning wonder,
I take my place with the lord of the hills.
And the blue-eyed soldiers stand slightly
slide in a bad bitch
Mesmerized by a bad bitch
Get high with a bad bitch yea
He wanna slide in a bad bitch
Hope she ain't catfish
Might be a hoe but
it in the news, see it on the streets, it really ain't new, it really ain't deep
Red white and blue, where freedom ain't free, believe it ain't true?
Condo on the hill
Across the bridge
Not far from me
Cottage in the country
With blue sea just down the street
Sunday dinners at your place
With
think your scares took
Everybody by surprise
But not even the hills had
To cover their eyes
The Elm Street kids would thank you, Wan
Your yawn fests put
Wife-wife(yea-e-yea-ah), wife-wife(o-ooo-oh)
A gangsta wife(Say that's all I need...), down to ride(...in my life)
Wife-wife(is a gangsta wife...), wife-wife(...by my
Orleans
Players and Pimps that bit off Fiends
Quick, switch with the hands, Powder
Blue wally's is dyed
Vanilla Bally's is mean
Can't none of y'all
than all of you niggas
And I ain't got no job
I've been smoked up running these streets
Take a shot for the reals one
Take a shot for black billions
off in that Maybach, skkrrr!
Obsessed with me?
Huh, yeah, that's not healthy
Whoa, hah, I'm swerving the streets
Huh, huh, we in that Hemi
Yeah
And I'm
cries they runnin' fast
Crack spillin' out they sides
It's the Hill brothers that kill
And raps on a blue trap water bugs nothin' but thugs
Cops
?high hill deep?
Creep, sweep beats off they feet
Teach in the cracks of the street
My family incomplete unless the Abbot in the seat
South
there for you to lose
You seem to be smiling even when you are giving me the blues
You got a white car though it looks yellow to me
You got a white car
I need to make a money move
Off of metropolitan, right over by the Run N Shoot
Watch out for the blues, tryna give you blues, while chasing the blues
Twenty-six years end, still speaking in these tongues
Such revelations while understood by no one
When the new actor stole the show, who questioned his
sleeping on a hill
I remember this
And I always will
There are new lovers now
On the same silent hill
Looking on the same blue sea
And I know tom
a moulder'd church and higher
A long street climbs to one tall-tower'd mill
And high in heaven behind it a gray down
With Danish barrows and a hazelwood,
By
Street, baby
And fan the flames of discontent like Hades
Saints of red, white, and blue
Pass bonds of junk to you
Our flag has all but bled to green
And every sign of autumn now is bound to make me blue
The last time I had autumn I had you
The last time I had autumn I had you
The crooked streets
and it ain't over money
Red and blue is like Muslim and Jew
And I don't ever think they'll stop but I'm praying that they do
In '92 we had a truce for
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