Lyrics:
On either side of the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the world and meet the sky;
And thro' the field the road run by
On either side of the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the world and meet the sky;
And thro' the field the road run by
On either side of the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
And thro’ the field the road run by
in the cockpit
Of a starship the size of the Hale-Bopp comet
With mercury ion rockets
And a big ass "Canibus comin soon" poster on the side
promise
I'm gonna walk, if I have to run
I'll stand on the highway and stop someone
I'll cross the deserts and oceans, a river that's frozen
I'll follow
The gravestones and the cross
We still burn bonfires
And pour out Bud Lights for all of y'all
Yeah
That highway sign with the state champ years
A broke down
with us
Crying cuttin' onions in the kitchen
Jesus on a cross down the hallway in a picture
The devil's in the bottom of a bottle of brown liquor
Funny to see a ghetto nigga so classy
Enchanted by women who speak nasty
Tip toeing to court, went there for the past week
Leaning on my lawyer
friends
Cuz we're not stopping till we reach the end
Till we reach the end with our friends
Of this bottle of booze that we recommend
Cuz with moonshine by
the deepest lake
A volcano about to awake
I'll grab that bottle by the neck
And say my prayers...
and then I'll hurl that bottle
Down into the deep ravine
I'll
a circle round your favorite rapper
Pick a beat and shimmy cross that hoe like I pledged Kappa
Real stepper like a Alpha and we don't do no drive by's
Walk
where we both could live
She packed my bags last night pre-flight
Zero hour nine cM
cnd I'm gonna be high as a kite by then
I miss the earth so much
I
Tay-K, I up it like a rocket (To the top)
(Ay)
Always by my lone but you know I got the wolf pack
Money thru' the phone I ain't got no time to sit back
Astronauts and dreamers
Cannot cross the space between us
Cannot reach across the void
So we fill the space with asteroids
Silver ships and rocket packs
Will
By the shores of Gitche Gumee
By the shining Big Sea Water
Downward through the evening twilight
In the days that are forgotten
From the land
[Chorus]
Ol' English (la-lala-la-la-la-la)
Ridin' by gettin' high
Smokin' on that chronic drinkin' Ol' English
Rags tied gangs signs Letters
Woah Yeah
I be on the go
She like to give me head i like to grab her by the throat
Eyes low blunt smoke coming out the nose
I go fronto when i roll
Summer Grunge
Jameson and bottle rockets
Sunburn fades to brown
Took my stepdads .45 and tried to hock it all cross town
Is my picture still above your
Cuz I'm Staring at the bottom of the bottle gotta fondle all the pills
Getting stressed out with all the bills
Cold hearted no feels, hella chills
When
like its cotton and we cover wit linen
When we move, we take bag and put our luggage up in it
I invented, the perfect cross between hip hop and Christian
dreams where the steam causes your top to erupt
Your market shares bubbles bound to pop and pocket your rust
It's a locket bottle rocket gold record
some pocket change
Turn it to rocket made
To take me high as Ariana's vocal range
Yokel boy was local raised
Go for the broke/ they go for fame
I'm
on model rockets and matchbooks
Churros and conchas on the roadside
About a decade later was blundering around Pittsburgh high
On steps intended for fires
off
Bottle rocket liftoff
Head toss
I get pissed off
But then forget when my bed rocks
I'm a little too scatterbrained
Don't call until Saturday
Unless
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