I live in a town called Millhaven And it's small and it's mean and it's cold But if you come around just as the sun goes down You can watch the whole
them in. One morning in a fit of pique, Sing rickety-tickety-tin, One morning in a fit of pique, She drowned her father in the creek. The water tasted
TROUGH THE GREY FROSTY DAWN, EVERY COLD WINTER'S MORN, ROLLED THIS LAD FULL OF LIFE AND JOY. EVERYDAY JUST THE SAME, DOWN THE ROAD WHERE HE CAME, HE
Gregg Nice and Smooth B Keep it old school like where's the beef? And if you ain't from an era then you up shit's creek First B-side is freedom of speak
of you, baby The longer it goes well, the shorter your fuse Maybe, you'd know if you walked in my shoes Damned if I don't and I'm damned if I do Cold
, i want the right to walk Where i wanna, yell and i'm gonna Tell and rebel every time i'm on a Microphone on the stage cold illin' The knowledge i drop
the hardest sellin' artist in rap Stat Quo the mixtape messiah in the phantom About to run the A when we drop stanlanta Bobby Creek, you know his ****' name **** Bobby Creek
dust It ain't got much of a twang thang If I tried to describe it Well, I don't think I could It's like swimming in a cold creek 'Cause it just feels
ride my bike down the old dirt path Hands in the air going way to fast Make the morning last all afternoon In a tire swing over Beaver Creek Man that water was cold
to come froze, but they all say I'm cold Flip slap da cross watch my currency unfold I think you ride long seven dayz at the creek Flex tatted on my
the fires of hell, let water, water soul prevail," 'Cos I can't take no more, who's that knockin', at, my door? Is that you, Pete from Cobb's Creek,
a live oak tree Mockin' bird sittin' on a cypress knee Sweet old sycamore blowin' in the breeze The slammin' of the screen door Ice cold creek and sugar
The creek goes ripplin' by I been barefootin' all day with my baby Brown leaves have started fallin' Leadin' the way I like it best just like this Doin
[The D.O.C.] This ain't no basic hip-hip you make in a bin in your garage I'm down for showing all you hoes who the hell's in charge A cold lethal rap
I do My passport's gone my wallet too I'v eaten fish and I'm feeling sick I can only hope I'll be landing quick Well first I knew you were up the creek
not as much snow hear the big cats comin cuz there's nowhere left to go you gotta look out for bear when you?re fishing on lee?s creek they?ll come