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Around here
Try bleach up your heart around here
Jungle say the pressure it is on
And the knocking out there going on
You could have pray to jake from

and Kruel, brothers in arms
Dressed in CP, brothers in garms
Once we get more music out
We'll invest in a lyrical money farm
Got you riled up when I chat

pound

Im still lay in
Pick em up

c thin line of lucky charms
But the thong tuck

Seat geek
State Farm
Let her grip butt
Had the matching foam finger

Forreal got me ringing alarms 
On some Beyoncé shit
Won't catch me talking bout no farm unless it's ganja shit
Said Cali was the mission now I'm tryna own

Watch out my daughter got a
Snowball in the head
So now it's war and all
The neighborhood kids are dead

It's the late, great snowball fight of 2006
It's

lover, bring him to me

Babes are all grown, farm fell apart
No money in the mines, our luck has run out
Sailed off in a boat for this was you wage
Though

Dew drops dripping off the living room walls
The neighbor thinks he's a know it all again
The trucks paid off in a month or two
Can't go out because

Only listen to wise folks
The ones that I know, I'm stamping the time codes
Almost bought the farm and the silo
I've lived the life of five souls, my

a heavyweight
On the farm raise a cow, get her fat and make a steak
Niggas don't want smoke cause if they did
They'd squeeze poke
Fuck! I meant to say poker
I be

Sitting in my room one Autumn night
The farm is calm the evening is so bright
Black and shallow waters in the valley that I face
Had just turned 16,

where I always stay high

Fever took my mama she was dancin with the boombox 
Passed right out and she fell into the boondocks 
It made a mighty sound

been out here trynna finish what I started
If I go, you the heir to the party
5am, still trynna catch a body
Pop 2 pills, throttled up, we on a Harley

Priscilla, Priscilla, Priscilla, Priscilla

Just Prissy, sissy and mom
Growing up in a dollhouse, got chickens but no farm
Hey Prissy, let down your

of a rich man's daughter
She led me like a lamb no bother
To go and live inside a barn on her Daddy's 90 acre farm
Hide your daughters in the snow and watch

Tottenham 

Broadwater farm 

Jungle
Jungle
Jungle

Boom boom do good 
My brothers & my sisters in the Babylon  
Me telling them 
Boom boom Babylon

I'll kneel, kneel right before my lord

Jack Carver, an Englishman kind
Had rage and whisky, and women on his mind
Sold-out crowds chanted that

gets into a terrible state
Now that a point when a man frustrates
Suffering in history
Raised in the farm and lived undercover
With no brother living in

Never let me have my way
Gonna have it anyway

Got me a man
Runs a farm
But he don't know I care
Jost comes around to stare

Sing chickee ada-la, deeay

unity

Makes a mess of the word “kin”

System makes a psychic adjustment

Makes a war report 
out of a family's secret chord progression

Makes white

trees while we blow the whole farm
If I didn't tell, you would never know 
Bitch acting crazy, men I'm done with that
But when she with me she just wanna

achy breaky heart 
He might blow up and kill this man 

You can tell my arms go back to the farm 
You can tell my feet to hit the floor 
Or you can tell

Daddy was a traveler
He'd pedal near and far
Singing songs of Dixie
And fixing old guitars
He'd roll into a small town
And set him up a shop
Out back

of cheer
With the Christmas trees and the families there's love, hope, and peace
It's Christmas in the country
And we're all gathered here

Down on the farm

of the league
Caught in between since the day I walked on the scene
cwkward indeed, feats none of y'all could believe
I hit the crap tables and I bet the farm