I'm a dead man walking here But that's the least of all my fears Ooh, underneath the water It's not Alabama clay That gives my trembling hands away Please forgive me father Ain't going back to Barton Hollow Devil gonna follow me e'er I go Won't do me no good washing in the river Can't no preacher man save my soul Did that full moon force my hand? Or that un marked hundred grand? Ooh, underneath the water Please forgive me father Miles and miles in my bare feet Still can't lay me down to sleep If I die before I wake I know the Lord my soul won't take I'm a dead man walking I'm a dead man walking Keep walking and running and running for miles Keep walking and running and running for miles Keep walking and running and running for miles Ain't going back to Barton Hollow Devil gonna follow me e'er I go Won't do me no good washing in the river Can't no preacher man save my soul

I want to know if you would go to magic hollow Yes, come with me Come up with me to magic hollow Touch the stars as in a dream Everything you touch is deemed Magic, magic Must make the time Make it one time to what you are missing Magic delight beyond your sights Fantastic prisons Lights and colors lingering Spin them, touch, they are splintering Magic, it's magic My side is blessed You have not guessed So won't you follow Follow through the dark I hear the lark of magic hollow Calling out a melody Veiled within my memory Magic, magic

(Who nigga, ayy) Baby so fire I looked up and said, "shucks" (uh huh) Her current nigga lame and her baby daddy suck (bitch daddy sucks) Disrespectin' me will get your addy looked up Now I'm pulling up with no plates on the truck (the fucking truck) I be poppin' out, fuck lurkin' in the cut (fuck lurkin' in the cut) I don't give no fuck about none of you niggas or what was what Every time I look at her she feel Like she been touched (like she been) Pull up to my show I show you how to crank it up I'm a East Memphis native I pull up and then degrade him (uh huh) I'm willing and able, I'll stand on top of your table (nigga) I won't tell a fable why you bitches be so playful (huh) I won't let you play tho', Ball the ball just like Play-doh, huh (nigga) You was in my way hoe (bitch), I'mma shake her just like Fabo (Fabo) This bitch think she J-Lo, this bitch never had a halo (had a halo) I'm busy today so I can't chill 'til three, damn nympho Then pull up to my kinfolk we smoke One two three four ten more, you bitch Baby so fire I looked up and said, "shucks" Her current nigga lame and her baby daddy suck (bitch daddy sucks) Disrespectin' me will get your addy looked up (uh huh) Now I'm pulling up with no plates on the truck (on the fucking truck) I be poppin' out, fuck lurkin' in the cut (bitch, in the cut) I don't give no fuck about none of you niggas or what was what Every time I look at her she feel Like she been touched (like she been) Pull up to my show I show you how To crank it up, nigga hush, you bitch

Go to Akina this Saturday Find some punk with in a FD People say is the fastest on Akagi And beat the fire outta him You see me smoking blunts over horizons I'm higher than anybody else who think they hiding New armor on me specially made for me from foreign islands When she hit my blunt, she say she can't lift her eyelids Switch it back to me, I ain't even hear her, I'm just driving Motor on and engine sounding better 'cause I dialed it Bitch I be so fresh, they think lil' Ian came to style it See me smoking blunts, I give no fuck about who doubting The Hollowsquad stand on any mountain See all the aura from me flooding from the fountains When she lay up on me she feel doubtless She laid the glass cherry trim on my outfit You see a hundred million men but who counting I pulled up 240 'cause that's just the way my style is Mr. Fujiwara tried to warn me 'bout the mountains I appreciate it but I'm still finna take it