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You're going home, across the fields and rivers
You're going home, across the ocean wide
To the shade of an oak tree in old New Jersey
Where

Or the King Cobra cheap stuff while they rolled tree
Or some barefoot bitches walking down Oak Street
Baggies in they bras full of Tylenol 3's
If you trying all

Off the rip ok I'm sick five g wifi
Recent performance out the park bye bye
Attribute high fly rated bout a high five
We talking bout a practice just

Christmas lights that brighten up live oak and cedar trees
Longhorns pulling Santa's sleigh on wheels
Stroll through Austin Zilker Parks amazing

The moonlight in the sky
Brings this twinkle to your eye
And I don't know if it's love 
Or jealousy

Out here in the park
40 minutes after dark

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

off the grass I smoke
From the park near the seventh
I roll up instead of the papers
I use all the nature around me
Roll up with the oak
N - U - Double

a loaf
Ones I never met missing the most
My name is not Marner please don't let me choke
I'm knocking on wood I'm knocking on oak
I'm not in college yet

we'd try to park it

We'd talk Stephen Hawking, astrophysics
We'd talk life and death and heaven bullshit
We'd talk about the future, never to come true

And so it starts
We map out a benched heart
And hit the park after dark
Feel the rain against my robes
As I relieve myself on a lamppost
Ash, dust,

to one shtetal
Catch me Succos time, Hershey Park, I'm eating on some kettle
Like it's kugelach boy keep my henti' on the metal
I never settle, pull up

Breaking character like every rule in the bible
That’s just the good news
I’m also dabbling in dope and dripping this kush goo
You grew up in Crystal Park

Where the bread and butter at I stick with my lettuce
All I need is the meat throwing balls, Ash Ketchum
Wait a minute
From South Park where they killed

And flying in the crows lingers but a moment 
In the graveyard oaks, yet inside me it never stops 
So I can't tell who is chasing, who chased
I can sleep into

take a triple
When you smack it out the park
Good god
You a fine ass lady
Momma and her cub
So protective of her baby
Think you're fucking up because

me, baby
You got me, baby
Look, I just wanted my feet rubbed
And someone to watch reruns with
Day drinking at Kiest Park then
Carve our names in a tree

as I'd be by her side

And one September day we went walking in the park
Words were flowing sharing the stories of our lives

It was the last time that I

We're punk enough for
43rd
MytiBurger
Saxon Park
Candlelight
Scarborough
Waltrip

We're Punk Enough for Garden Oaks

We're punk enough for:
Northwest

In fact
My nickname is true
My words
Been oak
Since birth
Read my name it's a clue
If you're chillin, getting cold
You're gassin
Matches coming through

repping my hood
Katy Creek
Parkway Oaks
Cinco Ranch
What's good?
Used to bag the grams
And flip the fuckin distillate
And if they had a problem
Cuzzo go

as I'd be by her side

And one September day we went walking in the park
Words were flowing sharing the stories of our lives

It was the last time that I

park my car on the beach
Keys, valet please
While I valet my thing inside of Valerie
She got a love jones
I am a Jones
That's Southside on my mama's side

Thank you for paying $15
To park for two hours
20-minutes of which will be spent
Checking in
Riding a series of elevators
And walking long, sterile

Independence days, tacos and parades
Soul food from the Koreans
Green curry from the Ly Asian Market
Gotta leave Highland Park after dark if
You wanna feel