Lyrics:
That you get from my hick town, he'd say
Rub a little country, rub a little country
Rub a little country on it
Yeah, like jaw chaw on a dang dirt
Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again
Uh, Uh
Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on,
over bridges and by streams
Through tunnels, by all means
Travels through the towns past old buildings
Where in the church people are singing?
Tower with
at the mistletoe
Shawty got my heart going round and round
And no I can not wait till Christmas
Comes to town
And I don't want no little gifts
Or want no hoe
I just
Here it comes
Here it comes (Hey)
Lo-City, it's the city, it's the town where I was raised
Town where I was raised
Town where I was raised
Town
Now come into my world and you can see that we are more than thugz
We more than thugz, more than thugz, more than thugz
With just a little twist
"And now, And now, And now!
Comes my favorite part.
This is the part where
I get to expose myself,
to... Cleveland.
All my hopes, fears,
dreams
I get front on my nine millimi
Will have my enemies, behind trees
Niggaz that think they live 'cause they puff a little lye
Pack a bullshit,
like Cal Ripken
No short stopping my pockets, only fall is bank slip
Coupe on 22s at 22 held by four midgets, nigga
Uh, living out my momma's prophecies
of this "little town"?
I seem to be stuck here wanting to lay in your warm embrace
'Cause I'm enamored by you
Making me wanna stay when I know I must go
So
town, shine the old truck up
Swing by the quick stop
Grab a couple Rocky Tops
Then ease on out your way
Your place around eight o'clock
Well, I'm
all the happy people stop to say hello
(get outta my way)
Even though the temperatures low
Its a perfect sunday morning in my quiet little mountain town
girl by my side girl
Yeah we can run this town
I can rock your world
We can roll'em down, fog'em up
Cruise around, get stuck
Pedal to the metal 'til
getting me down
Is this dirty old little dead end town
Well I hoped out of bed
And I just got going
As to what I'll do
There ain't no way of knowing
I ran
leaving town, the trains rolling by.
And little by little, light after light, that's how it died.
They say you never go home again, that's no lie.
Its
Homeward Bound
By Paul Simon
Feat. Mark Murphy and Niamh Ni Charra
I'm sitting in the railway station.
Got a ticket for my destination.
On a tour
little self on over
Get a little closer you can play my radio
Put your pretty pink toes on the dash
Lean your seat back
Man I swear there ain't nothing
a wayfarer, baby
I drift from town to town
When everyone's asleep and the midnight bells sound
My wheels are hissin' up the highway
Spinning 'round
"God don't take my love from me"
Just let her sing a little blue ridge mountain song
Like she has all along
And I'll dance with her till dawn
of those from David's line
The melancholy chords come not by accident
But by the muses in my veins
The muses in my pains
The answer is art
The answer is art
In Yarmouth town there lived a man
He kept a little tavern down by the Strand
And the landlord had a daughter fair
A pretty little thing with
working man blues
Sometimes I think about leaving, do a little bummin' around
I wanna throw my bills out the window catch a train to another town
But I
I'ma flex 30 on my choppa
I'ma flex 40 on my oppa
I'ma flex 50 on my choppa
I'ma flex 60 on my choppa
Ridin' round town, smoking dope
We smoking
bitch
I got that shit on my hip, you talking that shit
The choppa gone hit
Got a bad little bitch and she's sucking my dick
Yeah Raf Simons, got that shit
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