Lyrics:
of gossip
Only time you move the crowd
is from the front row of your show to the parking lot to vomit
Yo let me know
Where's your crew
Round 'em up, roll 'em
and flow spit and blow smoke out in little O's
you know the seed never falls far from the tree
germinate and touch heads constantly THC
the O throw shows we
the oxygen from Earth
Givin' birth to phat styles so hide when I release my carbon dioxide
Detrimental to your health, tonic makes flesh bubble and boil
walked in the African sun, daydreaming bout England and having a son
From Algeria to Belgium, from Belgium to France
So far away from home living life
immediately took me
I'm far from a rookie; star status of course
You the glass on the blaze, driving me like a torch
That's why I want you by my side, so I
Love me self I possessed
More like to death
Yigga yaw
Yes sir mister upfront crutch
My level is seldom seen
Few and far between
Dem folks they
word she understood
so far away from the Vegas in her mind
soon enough she'll have to swear and testify
Comin' home
She's comin' home
Those who
you ran away with the wrong crowd
We were so close, now you’re so far (So far)
And it's like
You don't understand what you put me through
I spent all
lost my pride.
Oh, they'll come here again
With angel eyes without a sin
And you turn your face
I am so far from you.
Call all your pain, call
hanging all around it
I decided to check out the tent
It seemed like I could hear music coming from inside
As I walked toward it, I passed a crowd
hanging all around it
I decided to check out the tent
It seemed like I could hear music coming from inside
As I walked toward it, I passed a crowd
The rodeo is over and the crowd has all gone home
And you have time to walk around these lonely grounds alone
You see the empty buckin chutes where
Far as I'm concerned, that's a motherfucking whores list
Motherfucker, my dad was a cop
You don't think I know a dirty ass cop when I see one?
piled high on woven leaves for all to eat
Drums and flutes at every turn
The music winding, twisting through the crowded streets
Caravans from far away
all to eat
Drums and flutes at every turn
The music winding, twisting through the crowded streets
Caravans from far away bring people laughing
lane
It's better than drugs
it's cool
To be in your home again
Home Again
housesitting again
It's just a little bit far
From the main crowd
the movement of the crowd
No break from daily changes
As life goes on
Secure as French men can be
Fill your time with love and wine
And in your heart you'll
on your side
Don't you know if you run the distance
You may be so far from the maddening crowd
I say the path of least resistance
Is knowing that you're
sit back relax and hit the Philly
Meditatin yo I'm another state N
But I ain't to far from this, I'm still relatin
To the streets where I was born
my crowd
Real from far like Picasso, check my features
Always a thug, fly nigga, check my sneakers
Me and thunn tight Butthead and Beavis
Nothin come
out here
Just down the street from the waterslide and the places people gather to have a beer
You can see the crowds on the boulevard eating ice cream
hear the roar of the crowd you'll know my name
Dig to where demands come from
Run when you find um
Dig to where demons come from run mother fucker
Middle class like bourgeoisie
Maybe cause I'm way too far from reality
Nowhere close for exposure
The genre not sure what to do with a loner
At least if I
crowds all night long, am i wrong or am i right? Show a sign
from the sky, my eyes done seen it all, I've done been through
every storm, I went from
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