Lyrics:
I used to be
I'm still chasing wind through the trees
Years and years go by you know, and that's just the way, these things go
It's all in
through
All the bullshit had
Made a humbled me
I remember them
Days when niggas was
Hiding in them trees
We would anything
Not to get caught up
By any
of Christmas cheer
I just need to catch my breath
Christmas by myself this year
Calendar picture, frozen landscape
Chill this room for twenty-four days
of Christmas cheer
I just need to catch my breath
Christmas by myself this year
Calendar picture, frozen landscape
Chill this room for twenty-four days
like a puddle
So I trained myself to hustle like nobody hustled
I built an empire in my mind him sire on the shrine
Reciting through the wire line by
for me to quit it
M-I-A, land of the palm trees
T double D came through with the bomb trees
And when a nigga inhale this
I had to put my shades on,
of Christmas cheer
I just need to catch my breath
Christmas by myself this year
Calendar picture, frozen landscape
Chill this room for twenty-four days
Poetry comes from leaves
Green tea, weed, trees, divorce it seems
I tried to seed a plugged state of mind to grow by
It only cost me six years, no wonder
Poetry comes from leaves
Green tea, weed, trees, divorce it seems
I tried to seed a plugged state of mind to grow by
It only cost me six years, no wonder
Burns Lake
Just you wait
(I'm like twenty years old here)
I'll keep digging through my life like a mole rat
Blind but sensitive
Trying to get
Morehouse
An angel holds a vigil
Always keeps you in his sight
Johnny Morehouse
Johnny Morehouse
Are you both running free
Through the trees
In the pale
bout that (yeah)
Driftin', Liftin', Swiftin', coastin', testaroastin'
But the wheels won't stop 200 (errrr) on the highway fresh
Up off the block he's
of Christmas cheer
I just need to catch my breath
Christmas by myself this year
Calendar picture, frozen landscape
Chill this room for twenty-four days
to me was in London
but by the time I reached there little red brick house
Carrie and her father were gone
#The summer sun is fading as the year grows
your ass rolled over
By this 200 & 20 lb. 9th ward bulldozer
(mr. serv-on)
You bet it's me the only one to spell everything out
The nigga to snatch your
Can find each other in the crowded streets
And the guarded parks
By the rusty fountains and the dusty trees
With the battered barks
And they walk
all day
About three, I'm full of them trees
A dog wanna hunt for a pack of fleas
Can I get me a freezy please?
These H-Town trees be a hundred
And a mighty good hand with a mule.
Rayburn Crane, Rayburn Crane
The Mountains and the
Valleys and the Trees Remember your name.
He rode 45 years
Everyone is
Basically, richer than almost any
Alive 200 years ago
200 years ago, nobody had antibiotics
Nobody had cars nobody had electricity
So, all
(Drop that shit)
(Drop that shit)
(Honcho on the beat, bitch)
(Gwop Gang)
We toat choppas and big 30s everyday Monday to Sunday
Every year I lose
Our language of love
The Battle of Trees
We fought side by side
No one had more
Sharper consonants than you, love
And my vowels, well, were
This is a come up
Grinding for the ones that I love
Fuelled by the passion and pain
And all the bullshit that I've been through
Still I hold my head
This is a come up
Grinding for the ones that I love
Fuelled by the passion and pain
And all the bullshit that I've been through
Still I hold my
Game would say
"Hi!"s name in that manner
Many years went by
Still no legitimate answer
Anyway, I put out a mixtape in 12th grade
Hub City threat, minor
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