I am lonesome For the only one I love When shall we meet? Oh no never Till we meet in heaven above So bury me underneath the willow Under the weeping willow
?m starting a new House and it?s called Awesome I?m starting a new House and it?s called Awesome I?m starting a new House and it?s called Awesome Well
I am lonesome for the only one I love when shall we meet? oh no never till we meet in heaven above so bury me underneath the willow under the weeping willow
To finger paint is not a sin I put my middle finger in Your monthly blood is what I win I'm in your house now let me spin Python power straight from
Meth lab in the back and the crack smoke pills through the streets like an early morning fog Momma's in the slaughter house with a hatchet helping daddy
a chicken Get paranoid when you hear my glock clickin' Speakin' to the punk that's tweakin' With the bitch ass styles I hit you like deacon Jones' house
huntin' for a chicken Get paranoid when you hear my Glock clickin' Speakin' to the punk-ass victim With the bitch-ass styles I hit you like Deacon Jones house
when I come through everybody wanna try to neglect, they try to talk down because I gots to go through the dark, I see that boy Gregg in Willows and that
party: party Say party: party (we in the house yall we bout to bouce yall we in the house yall we bout to bounce yall we in the house) Nineteen ninety
Uhh, dry as the fuck and I'm one left with yo-yo Seven houses down, black street, dark folk don't matter tho' I don't know who to trust, what to look
Yolanda's husband wakes the children and dresses them for school Your mother was up late last night, I've packed your lunch for you So the house lies
Little yellow house sitting on a hill That is where he lived, that is where he died Every Sunday morning Hear the weeping willows cry Two children born
like a railroad Face like a song Do the rock Do the woodland rock Let it all hang out, Everybody shout Do the rock - do the woodland rock. Wind is in the willows My house
a willow tree. Girl ain't nothing but a willow tree Swaying in a summer breeze, You'll never change what has to be, Girl ain't nothing but a willow tree
My grandmother's house is still there but it isn't the same A plain wooden cottage, a patch of brown lawn And a fence that hangs standing and sighing
, FROM THE SORROWS OF LIFE'S HIGHWAY. HE WAS NEEDED ABOVE AT THE HOMESTEAD OF LOVE, FOR THE LAST FINAL ROUND OF SOME DAY. NOW THE SAD WILLOWS WAVE
