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was actually
Interviewing him) Sorry, Frank! "That’s cool
" he said "I'm happy to
Talk about whatever just
Make it good" Over the course of two
Hours we
Eye used 2 dream of being micheal Jordan
But my Phil's was trapped
Between black and bills
So Jacksons and chapel tryna hill
Was more important
Than
of all
Body you chumps then send a fucking hearse for y'all
Who over the hill?
I'm still flowing for real
I get better with time still showing y'all skill
that liquor do you
Let it confuse you I still got me a couple screws loose
Coke and Kraken got me speeding faster than Bo Jackson
If I ain't laughing I'm
miss the way you make me feel, and it's real
When we watched the sunset over the castle on the hill
Fifteen years old and smoking hand-rolled cigarettes
miss the way you make me feel, and it's real
We watched the sunset over the castle on the hill
Fifteen years old and smoking hand-rolled cigarettes
miss the way you make me feel, and it's real
When we watched the sunset over the castle on the hill
Fifteen years old and smoking hand-rolled cigarettes
miss the way
You make me feel
And it's real
We watched the sunset over the castle on the hill
Fifteen years old and smoking handrolled cigarettes
the tattooed lady
When her muscles start relaxin'
Up the hill comes Andrew Jackson
Lydia, oh! Lydia, that "Encyclopedia"
Oh! Lydia, the champ of them all
the tattooed lady
When her muscles start relaxin'
Up the hill comes Andrew Jackson
Lydia, oh! Lydia, that "Encyclopedia"
Oh! Lydia, the champ of them all
was just one party
Then another
I had to have my party wine
Broke her heart so many times
Then one day she said, sweetheart
The party's over
Turn out
how we do it
This is big truck style shit, diesel fluid
Slay bitches with the Shaolin slang
Stapletown, Park Hill, we just doing our thang
C'mon,
to grow, to show
The elevation of a people built is so
Jesse Jackson, Miss America a black one
No more livin for just a small fraction
I was once told by
Turn to Stone
It’s so terribly late it’s early
The time has ticked by
Now we just can’t wait!
Get out of bed get out of bed!
Turn on your head turn
the tattooed lady
When her muscles start relaxin'
Up the hill comes Andrew Jackson
Lydia, oh! Lydia, that "Encyclopedia"
Oh! Lydia, the champ of them all
just in love cuz I'm handsome
Jackson be keeping them dancing
Jackson be keeping them glancing
Jackson be throwing them down and one he got your hoe
show
But mayby from the madness something beautiful will grow
In a brave new world
Whit just a hand full of men
We'll start - we'll start all over again
take it out to the hills
We can do anything yeah
I take it down for real
I want to elevate yeah
Soon we be over the hills
I wanna ride on the wave
gotta be still, still, cause he workin' for real, real
Gotta wait on this timing till, till, though the clock lookin' still, still
But I can't go by just
on the hill to sleep good
Livin' peaceful just like we should
Money legal, no more sellin' reefer
No more feds tryna stick me like a needle
When it's cold
sittin' out on the hill to sleep good
Livin' peaceful just like we should
Money legal, no more sellin' reefer
No more feds tryna stick me like a needle
as a greater power
Sometimes lovers can't find the words
They stare at each other
In Jackson Square
In Jackson Square
By the statue of the horse
We lay here
pullin' them triggers, y'all niggas get hurt
Probably in the hills, my niggas be turnt
It's so so sad, that shit slow burn
Big shots from the stick left
giving me chills
Don’t work at fedex no no yeah but I be delivering still
Can’t even lie I think my nigga over with cause he not tryna just take the appeal
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