Lyrics:
I'm living like royalty Mary Jane is the queen and I'm like the prince
Got me all fucked up, I'm going to ran while camping, get it cause I'm running
us
Longer boats are coming to win us
Hold on to the shore, they'll be taking the key from the door
Mary dropped her pants by the sand
And let
Coming Home To You
By Trey Hirsh
Copyright cpril 2, 2013 by Trey Hirsh, cll Right Reserved
VERSE:
I like to go fishing on Saturday
I got my favorite
ahead of the craft
I wanna laugh
Come sailing along like a bus
With the flow I'm like rah, what the ras?
I'm a striker, y'all better pass, get my
to me
And then along comes Mary (ooh, ooh, ooh)
And then she want to give me kicks and
Now what to get from me will be memories
I really got
of
Crazy nights and Uber rides, come along to feel alive
Feeling like this the path to never be alone inside
I wanna live that good life, it's that notion
The Seraphim in the corner booth, their all trying to sing along
But they been too far from heaven, for far too many years
They tell themselves it will all come
fan
Along with my cousin Kellie
She got me hooked on your jams
So now I gotta give props
Thanks man
If I don't I don't think I'll make it
I keep staying
driving a Fiat I sent her back like Ruben Dias
To the streets where she belongs no time to right those wrongs
When I was ass she didn't come along now I'm
down that camera
And come on and join up
The last of the family reserve
Now my second cousin, his name was Calloway
He died when he'd barely
prick so come on
Please praise me more
It's great that my music bettered
You but I contemplate murder
Every day so don't put me on a pedestal
Plus truly,
cars which we rented from a fella by the name of Kubozke for thirty bucks a day, buy your gas along the way, take a rabbit's foot and leave a pint
Darkness!
Comes by, as Red Rum's rapping on his lullaby
Darkness!
Comes fresh, as Red Rum's trapping you into your death
(Sinking) down in your
Hey hey hey yeah
So tired of the bullshit
Came along way from having nothing in the hood shit
True shit
Momma bought me things when she ain't could
girl and she gets me high like Mary Jane
She gots my back, holds my weight
Hold the blunt, I smoke my pain
Yea you know what we got to say
Gotta take
Pot smoking, quite apart from being illegal
Is a problem
The psychological dependency generated by pot
Is probably it's greatest danger
Plus the fact
I done came along but that ain’t saying I came from nothing
Always moving like a leader but was never known for fronting
I was known around the hood
THE OLD BEGGAR MAN
source: “British Ballads From Maine: The Development of Popular Songs with Texts and Airs” by Phillips Barry, Fannie Hardy
All the time talking 'bout the inspiration
Best leave off about the rhyme
Along comes a boy
He's filled with adulation
Speculates if now is not
Its crazy just the way that they killing us off
Rest in peace George Floyd they committing assault
Lord we need yo saving they spirit is off
They
themself so they mad at you
Can't do uncertainty only deal wit absolutes
Changed my longitude and had to switch my latitude
Rolling up my 5th J by
from the trenches feel like all my niggas leaving
I was soo blind to the love I felt like Stevie
Wonder
Every time I think I'm coming up some shit come
Written by: climie/noel/george
I had lovers come and go
But I always believe
There was someone out there for me
Someone who could give me
What I
us
Longer boats are coming to win us
Hold on to the shore, they'll be taking the key from the door
Mary dropped her pants by the sand
And let
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