Lyrics:
and around
They went around and around
It's the same old tale that the crow told me
Way down yonder by the sycamore tree
It's the same old tale that
myself nobody close by
How I like it hell yea no lie
Got me sky high look down fly by
Yea that likewise haters gon fry
Juz like Popeyes oh no don't cry
magic
But they tell me that it's not
I think it's tragic
That they blinded by what's hot
I'm spreading love
But they tell me that I'm not
Hold me down
When I think of Tom
I think about a night
When the earth smelled of summer
And the sky was streaked with white
And the soft mist of England
was
When I think of Tom
I think about a night
When the earth smelled of summer
And the sky was streaked with white
And the soft mist of England
Was
The wisdom of the man can be denied by none
For he's the one that said
Before you go to Buffalo to Baltimore or Borneo
To Eastern Pennsylvania or Japan
Out into the moonlight
I could never fail
Down by the turkey creek
To find that old trail
The river she's a flowin'
I'm rememberin' the night
Before
beeh.
Ɛno na wo kɔ yɛ na Polisi kye wo a, wɔ bɛ si w'ani so ama wo se afeefee.
Wɔ wei a, w'akye wo akɔ to fie asee see.
Down town foɔ ferɛ sɛ pɛ biibi tom
I'm clean in this bitch
I'm clean in this bitch
I'm clean in this bitch
Grand Hustle team with kings we getting rich
I'm Prada-ed down Polo-ed up
and around
They went around and around
It's the same old tale that the crow told me
Way down yonder by the sycamore tree
It's the same old tale that
minutes to change history
Like a gambler who throws in
A bad hand at cards
The twin towers they give in to their fate
They fall one by one, floor by floor
the stars go
Write your name on the fogged up window
Throw your feet on the dash, girl you know I'm cool with that
And it's Tom Petty Free Fall by midnight
sometimes I roll undercover
I'm from the City of Syrup, where young G's slang birds
Looking good by the herds, full of that endo herb
Nothing less, Down
the lock.
I'll meet you down by the well
I'll meet you down by the well (spacious thoughts)
The balloon drops down at midnight
Stranglin' the monkey
aint programmed
we bow down to no man
By the base of the Mississippi
Warriors like Conan in the Mississippi
carry ax and a six pack everybody
Mean to me, you don't tell me anything
I don't know, anything anymore
Buffalo in a corridor
Cause I
I won't see
So don't
Come for me
Let me roll on by
opinions but holding laryngitis
See I don’t hear ‘em, I’m a winner by law
Track em down like the subway
When they sub par
Sub-zero everytime I jump in
see if you for fake or real
'Cause Buffalo Bill bit battle inside from my rap meal
And left me on a hill-hill, so when I battle no will
So mama
down in Greenville
In the middle of a hayfield
But a Bud Light truck pulled up and helped us out
So we then headed up to Philly
Partied down like
And a buffalo rifle
There won't be a trial
And I know that
Down by the water I caught me an otter
And after I shot it I boiled it down
Hiding for rope
Take me to the place Tom Dooley was hung
Play, "St. James Infirmary" and, "The Port of King James"
If you want to remember, you better write down
When I think of Tom
I think about a night
When the earth smelled of summer
And the sky was streaked with white
And the soft mist of England
was
black child
Raised by another black mother
If you point that out, you're an Uncle Tom
When you a black conservative
What type of words you get?
House
the highway at night to run a deer down; I look for the action
Funk Doc, I don't look when I'm crashin!
I'm so dope I could bundle cook-up by the aspirin
Gaspin
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