FOOL ON DA HILL

When I be opening
When I be opening
Uh ya

When I be open my eyes to your truth and your love
I had enough of the fool shit
Why the fuck am I here
I talk to God on a daily basis
For those who have eyes I let em' hear
And ears you seeing Him
I laying roses at caskets
My momma Whitty she passed I love her so
I know she lovin family and Winders in Camry
300 Montana
A little dirty Fanta
A little dirty the Fanta
A little dirty the

Holy shit i'm flying away into outer space
Rockin the shades he sportin the bae
I got my baby wit me cutie patootie
She got a bouncin lil booty
She bouncin the ball
She lay a lay up
I ain't a player
But he a player

Conceal and carry my soul and Marty Robbins my man
Iron on my hip I gotta ironing dick
And I surely am hip
I gotta dirty the kick
60 frames on the clip
Mario kart I pick Luigi Luigi's mansion
Watch out for Baby Bowser
I'm trippin over my trousers
I'm grippin hold of the power
Holy spirit in the midst
Holy spirit in your midst

I wanna play on
Like a child like a child wit a crayon
I wanna play on like a child wit a crayon
I wanna play on like a like a wit da crayon
Da crayon da crayon deny em'

I wanna play on
I wanna play on like a child wit a crayon
I wanna play on
I wanna play

Two two three
It's you and me baby
It's you and me baby
Dancing in the building throwin hands to the ceiling
Ya we dancing in the building throwin hands to the ceiling

I wanna play on
Like a child like a child wit a crayon
I wanna play on like a child wit a crayon
Sing it
Play on like a child wit da crayon
I wanna play on like a child wit a crayon
I wanna play on like a child wit a crayon
I wanna play on like a child wit a crayon
I wanna play on like a child wit a crayon
I wanna play on like a child wit a crayon

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Play on wit a fucking a crayon
I wanna play on