Well, once I was a lover With beautiful long brown hair (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) When I walk down any street Men would stop and stare (Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Intro] BOOM! All I do is stunt, all I-all I do is stunt [4X] [Soulja Boy - over intro] Y'knahmsayin man? All the girls love me man Pretty Boys in the
All alone in an empty room nothing left but the memories of when I had my best frIend I don't know how we ended up here I don't know but it's never been
Listen to the grass that's out there blowin' Look at that tractor just there sittin' It's my name that the bottle's callin' Listen to the goddamn song
You can feel like a hole in the groaner For rolly grow lil' Crover I go like a piece of minola Tramp go like terminal, wow
HARRY LAUDERS WALKING STICK TREE Follow the ride This time so right Opening so vitally Left to die Drown in an overbend I let it out Green was sympathy
Anchormen spike their blood, wear masks of mud Cucumbers cut to fit their eyes And so no one would know how tired they've grown Of talking and telling
When you're a young man, down and out You really need someone to help you out It looks like life or death is your only choice It's really hard to see
Uhh, boom Tick, tick, tick, yeah, 5'9 uhh Yo I'm the verbal-spit Smith Wesson I unload with sick spit, the quick wick could split a split-second Bomb
Now who you know leave the scene Messier than canvas's by Jackson Pollock Throwing multicolored thoughts at a rapid pace I make a mess you dissect it
(full force) {spoken:} It takes a fox to know a fox D'ya know what I'm saying? (lovin' don't-l-l-l-l-lovin' don't L-lovin' don't-lovin' don't L-l-l
let's take it to Maiami (karria 2 Maiami) Let't take it down to Texas Where dey be gettin wreckless (dirty-dirt)
[Chorus: Baby Bash & Angel Dust] Let's take it to Miami, daddy, out to Miami Let's take it out to Georgie, sugar, Atlanta, Georgia Let's take it out to
Tall trees in Georgia They grow so high They shade me so And sadly walking Through the thicket I go The sweetest love I ever had, I left aside Because
There is unrest in the forest There is trouble with the trees For the maples want more sunlight And the oaks ignore their pleas The trouble with the
Withering tree, bearing no fruit Never will see an evergreen suit Reaching right out, out for the sun Broken old branches, fall one by one Into the arms
Trees, they grow high and the leaves they do grow green Many is the time my true love I've seen Many an hour I have watched him all alone He's young but
You request pollard and you get pollard You ask for pollard and you get pollard You plead for pollard and you get pollard You get down for pollard and