in Where are you now? When your broken eyes are closed Head in a cloudy dream, green sailboats Borrowed and never returned Emotions, books, outlooks on life Hello twenty fifteen Hello twenty fifteen
Looks Like Rain (J. Lyon) She caught the five-fifteen to Reno Said she'd phone me in a week I had a ten-spot in my pocket And her lipstick on my cheek
New Twista, we call this one I know Shouts out to RPM, my nigga Jay One Al Lindstrom, E. Mitchell Y'all know what the deal is, come on (Y'all know how
That'll befall ya and bedevil ya And try ya I'll move back in with Yaiyai My daughter, we named her Maureen Can you believe it I never believed it,
The smoke from the battle fish and the rain soaked through and the wheelman left the shore and barns tumbled and silos flew across fifteen miles bad road
You never give me your money; You only give me your paper, And in the middle of negotiations you break down . I never give you my number; I only give
man I carried my pack And I lived the free life of a rover From the Murrays green basin to the dusty outback I waltzed my Matilda all over Then in nineteen fifteen
know it sounds different But his man's just passed, yeah his soul's just risen Cold, cold, world is the word that was given As he see me fifteen with
love to ice me, make my head jerk like I'm doing the hyphy. But that'll never happen, get on some sick shit, Like fifteen in you, and one in your infant
(feat. Bishop Eddie Lee Long) [Intro] Can the church say Amen? (Amen reverend) We gon' do another off in right now We gon' do another one in fifteen
black, hate on hate White on white, black on white Put the love in love I'm blunted up, blasted inside the strip club Shorty wop, fifteen year old, all
on brother, blaze on You better rip that shit, rip it It's that 1605 shit, real Huntington Beach Backyard fucking, garage style [Chorus:] Bump, bump, bump That's the sound of the fifteens
": Playing that kind of music and eating meat, you'll never . . . Aynsley: I say . . . I say . . . Guy From Alabama: (unintelligible shouting) Aynsley
from my block Cause all my niggas is locked up And it's been all ever I seen wit a guillotine So I was in the "Cut Supreme" Fifteen grams and some "greenodine
