to make me a cambric shirt (On the side of a hill in the deep forest green). Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme (Tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground
tell me Shug it up face that... you can tell anything nigger wanna say fat Never met Batman but I know Robin ... dose who are living in pervert Pull a snow
I'm about to go get lifted I got, myself a forty I got, myself a shorty And I'm about to go and stick it Yes I'm about to go and stick it [Verse Two:] Uhh H-U-F-F huff and I puff Blow like snow
Don't shed a tear It's almost over now It's what you fear Will come true somehow Try not to think Because the pain will go away Let's hope it's not
it but it is snowing In the hearts and minds of every kind of universe, universe, universe Island of wonder Where are you going? Nobody knows it but it is snowing
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt (On the side of a hill in the deep forest green) Parsely, sage, rosemary & thyme (Tracing a sparrow on snow-crested
brats think nothing's good enough Well, nobody ever drove me to school when it was ninety degrees below We had to walk butt naked through forty miles of snow
, Christmas is off, this is as soft as it gets This isn't gob this is a blister in the salt Those are your wounds this is the salt, so get lost Shit dissin
dang di-dang Rang dang diggedy dang di-dang Diggedy dang di-dang diggedy dang di-dang (Pipeline) pure as the driven snow (Connected to my mind) and
open, Prev throw salt in it, Spittin icicles and so forth, Go for it, I blow torch your snow fort, There's no avoidin us, We're poisonous, Get into
fastest pulling twin diesels She's got ninety three cars in tow She's gonna be on time All the way down the line Come the rain hail sleet or snow She
Flat stone skipping the surface sink Into the golden deep Crawl inside like a honeybee Creep into the heart Give me snow and give me salt Troubles cracks
who lives there. She once was a true love of mine. On the side of a hill in the deep forest green. Tracing of sparrow on snow-crested brown. Blankets
We're going to the seashore Gonna burst upon the brine From a car that's full of babies And dogs and food and wine Sand in our suits and salt in our hair
short cut through Utah Doesn?t really exist It?ll send you through a mountain And out a hole in a cliff Left Flagstaff in the morning To make Salt
noise for all the boys shootin' the gift Hold on tight 'cuz tonight Salt and Pepa's gettin' swift You might have thought about goin' against the spices Salt
You can have whatever your eyes could see ('Cause you the Numba 1 Stunna) Come fly with me Nigga, I fly past a bitch in a dip back six Rain or snow
Do you think of me like snow Cool, slippery and white? Do you think of me like jazz As hip as black as night? Do you think of me like linen Summer sheets