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letra de follow me '02 - villebillies

[chorus: dylan]
follow me follow me to the top of the hills
deep in the inner sober you can float an’ fly for real
we on a different chapter
amazing styles so ill
that if you tried to turn the page you would just watch us rebuild
f-f-f-follow me follow me to the top of the hills
deep in the inner sober you can float an’ fly for real
we on a different chapter
amazing styles so ill
that if you tried to turn the page you would just watch us rebuild

[verse 1: child]
it’s gonna be a good old fashioned appalachian bloodbath
with banjos tw-ngin’ more song sangin’ i love that
fresh mornin’ dew less mournin’ to do do
’cause we have more in our crew who set trippin’ with bear traps and kung-fu
me an’ i (me an’ i)
bless you and your boys (your boys!)
our families get to feudin’ like the hatfields and mccoys (coys)
clashin’ for nitwits burns loose in the tig’s skrit
ladybugs lucky like winnin’ lottos and pick six
oh my children i’ll be here come dawn
gettin’ the beat on a buck and huntin’ all of his fawns
a do tawn!
appet-te like raccoons in the night
creepin’ your campsite while you’re up with the lamp bright
oh my children!
you reefer formed babes
who be out there in poverty thirty miles away
i’m hidin’ some laps and some cash in this empty mat
and doctor’s half masked flaks twenty one guns and taps

[verse 2: dylan]
and if i estimated it rightly we only got three more weeks
before the sun lines up with the moon and then it’s touchin’ our feet
we feel the beat we feel the stompin’ and it’s all kickin’ in
we get to stumblin’ mumblin’ and find ourselves on the bend
it’s just me and my friends
we actin’ malty petunia
while our pockets gettin’ skinner lookin’ for reasons to sue ya
and it’s funny how we fool ya when the bag’s in the front
we go from skinny to skinny an’ smoke a joint on the blunt
and it’s all

[verse 3: tuck]
yo when i do it i’ma do it
when i say it i’ma spray (okay)
pull the pin up out the middle
here you hold this hand grenade (boom!)
it’s like the sweetest serenade
when you listenin’ like a song
it hits you even harder when you hittin’ it like a bong
what’s wrong with my rap style?
oh i made your girl smile
my bad my dude didn’t mean to get it buck wild
label me a b-st-rd
call me tony atlas
smackin’ motherf-ckers macho man randy savage
hacksaw jim duggan
cuttin’ up a ruggin’
went from ho white trash to certified country bumpkin
a little bit of somethin’ is all we ever ask
remember me the do it while turkey in the flask
at the party, the bar, the throw down, the shindig
open to the fullest so no tellin’, what i did
i did it, i done it
you want it? we rung it
we sippin’ one hundred
empty bottles, chug it

- villebillies

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