Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Petrin Hill Peonies, artist - Stalley. Album song Know More (The Best of Stalley), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.11.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Blue Collar Gang
Song language: English
Petrin Hill Peonies |
Skipping rocks on this Pebble Beach |
Rolling marijuana leaves |
Staring through this blue dream |
Trying to formulate this piece of mind into a speech |
Alone, but these snakes leech |
Trying to wrap (rap) around my ideas |
I’m just trying to wrap (rap) around my mind’s fears, blind tears |
You can’t see the pain, but your ears hear |
Everything my heart shares |
I’m just trying to part here (part hair) |
So I sit and spark here |
Smoking till I’m numb, yeah |
Really, I just want the pain to go |
Money, I ain’t aiming fo' |
I just wanna lay low |
Farm house, stable |
Chevy with them fo' 27's |
When I’m revving (reverend), hear them angels |
I’m like they screaming through my songs |
My testimony shows, I rose |
Through the rumble, never crumble |
Held my head and stayed humble |
Never did I succumb to |
That fake ish, I run through |
Right down to Sally’s Garden and sit comfortable |
She loves me, she loves me not… |
Walking through, picking all these roses |
Dreaming of Ferrari Testarossas |
And '76 Chevy Roadsters |
Like the ones on my bedroom posters |
Right next to the pin-ups and the toasters |
My dream wasn’t Oprah’s |
I just want the normal life |
Shoot guns with a pretty wife |
But that life |
No longer isn’t sitting right |
I can’t sleep at night |
It’s been that way for years |
My life’s been on cruise control |
It’s time I switch gears |
Sally’s Garden, only thing that moves me |
The grass blades and the trees, they be talking to me |
It’s like some type of trippy movie |
That all ends up on the loose-leaf |
And every time I leave, I lose peace |
God, please have mercy on my soul |
Accept everything I owe |
And help me let go |
Of all the things you deem sinful |
I move fast, I’m 10 steps from being slow |
And my change is worth gold |
She loves me, she loves me not… |