Lyrics:
Stay A Little Longer Lyrics
Can't go home if you're goin' by the mill
Cause the bridge's washed out at the bottom of the hill
Big Creek's up
When I was a boy I had a lot of fun
I lived by the sea, I was a fisherman's son
My mother she was a fisherman's wife
She was scrubbing floors most
to Long John, "Don't take me for a fool.
If you didn't cut your ears and tail, I'd think you were a mule (Yeah!) I'd think you were a mule."
Long John, he
Can't go home if you're goin' by the mill
'Cause the bridge's washed out
At the bottom of the hill
Big Creek's up Little Creek's level
Plow my
a little longer
Pull off your coat throw it in the corner
Don't see why you don't stay a little longer
You can't go home if you're going by the mill
they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better
a little longer
Pull off your coat throw it in the corner
Don't see why you don't stay a little longer
You can't go home if you're going by the mill
Baby, I know that we've got trouble in the fields
When the bankers swarm like locusts they're turning away our yields
Our dreams roll by our silo,
right through my bones every second of every day
Clacking by like cobblestones under broken wheels
And if the truth be known, I wasn't doing that well
a mule
to put my kids through school
Live by my number one rule, got to support my crew
I’ve got nothin’ to lose, divin’ head first in the pool
I’ll be
Walking by the river with a knife in my hand
I'm following her footsteps in the sand
My knife is sharp and my hands are strong
I'm walking in the sun
Can't go home if you're goin' by the mill
'Cause the bridge's washed out at the bottom of the hill
Big Creek's up and Little Creek's level plow my
Most of my killers got fades or dreads Ima real G standin by what i said
Keep a bad bitch just to lay dine for bed fuck her and go ima leave her on read
sitting on the top shelf
Oh my, you think your so damn high
But just wait until you're kicked back by the mule
You can say a name and point the blame
But we
on you
You old gold minin' hobo
Dry well desert rat Alkali
Put the bacon on to fry
Well, the sun's comin' up and the mule's waitin' for his grain
the precious jewels of God it’s time to tare it down
Tell the truth to the youth and watch ya bed rott
I want my 40 and a mule you getting ya head rocked
This
Did you ever sit straight up in bed
With somethin' a-circling round your head
And you swat at it as it whizzes by
And it's just one pesky little fly.
I'd like to thank everybody for stopping by
Sit back and relax on such a lovely night
Grab yourself a drink, lets have some fun
It may be late, but
to split like Korea
They didn't believe, I didn't agree
If you tripping, I'll make sure you stop by the reaper
Hasta la vista, uh, baby
Don't want to fuck
whether I'm up or on the mend
Without you I'm no fool I've been carrying like a mule, never enough aye
It'll never be enough
I'm like a dog I want a treat,
a little longer
Pull off your coat throw it in the corner
Don't see why you don't stay a little longer
You can't go home if you're going by the mill
surrounded by fake news
My glock ready to blow like a flute
Claiming they gone shoot
Never move without my tool
Wipe his nose like he had the flu
I got smart
hot then I jot it down
OG smoke it by the pound
Your girl loving on me when you're not around
Yeah I was faded off a Moscow mule
Everybody ripping
lo ma kusi
Shugbon olopa toba shole ibon loma fi pa
Two by two fun omo ti o ko guiding
Talo ni marlians ti o mo gbo we
Alakua
Wo ni mo gbe tun tun de
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