come near the fortress This apple sauce is from the apple orchid This kinda talk is only reserved for the bosses Which means I get it from the ground
will meet you where the lights are The defenders of the faith we are When the thunder turns around They'll run so hard we'll tear the ground away You
goddamn Kicking bitches out the condo like Pam Getting money everyday, I'ma groundhog 'Bout to scoop your girl up like a ground ball I walk light so I don't piss the ground
, let it pour away We won't come down Until we hit the ground and pass out Let it rain, let it pour away We won't come down Until we hit the ground and
Sparkling trees of silver foam Cast shadows soft in winter home Swaying branches breaking sound Lonely forests trembling ground Masquerading leaves of
poured you aside Like it's Aftermath for life and all I do is ride Before I turn on him I kill Satan And stick my red flag in the ground It's red nation
how them hollows straight, rattle ya shit And I leave it to y'all, to freestyle and battle and shit That's not me, I'm more at home wit the chrome Or
feeling, baby Baby, sometimes I'm up Sometimes I'm down My heart, I'm around the town I'm level with the ground, baby I said level with the ground Well
Lifts up, your heart just leaves the ground /and how you love your ground / high above the ground / and the earth you
the crew would call a shakedown we break down a party landmine women that so sexy they explode us with their looks ah we blowing up some speakers jumping round till the ground
heard me yet Today you crossed your heart And said you'd meet me in the dark When I called you on the phone You pretended you weren't home Hey baby
Yeah! Oh, yeah! Now! Cold ground was my bed last night (bed last night) And rock was my pillow, too; (doo-oo-oo-oo-oo!) Cold ground was my bed last night
down Ah-ah-aah-ah Ah-ah-aah-ah (x4) Don't let me, don't let me figure Go home and bring me down Feel the esculator Move up to higher ground [x5] Don
beer on a Friday night A pair of jeans that fit just right And the radio up Well, I was raised up Beneath the shade of a Georgia pine And that?s home
right pressures on, wont fail nigga got too much to prove would have been, lost it, but I got too much to lose say what you want about Joe but I stood my ground
Y'all fake niggas not setting a trend We never listen to them, it's like trying to take a piss in the wind My home team doing visitors in, yo don't
beach bum music bmi/beachead music, inc. ascap Producer: brian wilson/lenny waronker Co-producer: andy paley Recorded and mixed by mark linett at ground
Emily comes home from school, grabs onto her daddy's hand, he says "baby girl what's wrong with you?" she says "please don't make me go back there again