Some people tell me that I need help Some people can f__k off and go to hell ___ damn why they criticize me Now shit is on the rise so my family despise
: Some people tell me that I need help Some people can f__k off and go to hell ___ damn why they criticize me Now shit is on the rise so my family despise
myself, trust Chorus w/ variations I been on this road for a long time now At time it seems like the road is never gonna end On this road there's a lotta, hills
would give anything I would give anything I would give anything I would give anything I would give to be you, yeah My job, my car, my cash My house on the hill My piano
they grow good kill, an my folks, be feelin I'm a big 'ol pimp, they way I post in the Indies, smoke it on the hill. Verse 4 *(Yukmouth)* Uh,
Wish that I was on old Rocky Top down in the Tennessee hills Ain't no smoggy smoke on Rocky Top ain't no telephone bills Once I had a man on Rocky Top
my private, my thing made of steel Shootin' gizm, she ride like a Geo Prism I'm out in Cali, San Bernardino Valley I'm on the hill, not North in Pete
moments I Fool around in my head But the locust got high On the good I should have said Mountains and earthquakes May come down from their hills Yet
wild Sonny Liston says it The pimp and the gimp And the guy with the limp I'm on fire Oh yeah, babe, I'm on fire Well the blind piano tuner says it
Well now Billy Voltaire was a piano player up from Miami way He used to play in the bars, he could sound like the stars Ladies would pay and pay, one
the hill And that I'll find a new love but I never will For you didn't know my whole world stood still and listened while you said goodbye [ piano ]
Until the kindling is tinder dry We can be quiet As we walk down To see the graveyard Where they are now I wonder how They brought their piano To holdene hill
are you high upon your hill while my feet are on the ground oh whippoorwill you make my heart stand still when I hear your evening sound (PIANO
's my home sweet home up on Mockin' Bird Hill Tra la la twitle dee dee dee... [ piano ] When it's late in the evening I climb up the hill And survey
