PeachTreezN’Erbz Lyrics

Low oh oh

Swing low

Swing low

Swing low

Swing low

From the a sorta can't forget the z

Keep it real thorough I was born in Arizona

Don't get it twisted still ain't no more play in g a

I hail from the classic raised cain in the h

Fugitive in Missouri sometimes feels like

I's blowing in the wind

Now I feel my change comin many colors of the wind

So who knows where this peachtree grows

Alls I can tell ya is kick back and taste this peachtree flow

If a peachtree could talk wonder who could hear

If a peachtree could walk who would draw near

If a peachtree could sing rip its roots and sprout wings

Soar to the moon past the stars

If a peachtree could dream tell me would you believe

I still see peachtrees beaten

Bruised fruit forbidden not fit

Nor suited for eating less it's served outback

Trap in the kitchen dreams homemade

Keep the fiends comin back

Yeah that's what happens when you cook

One stove four burners one prayer please Lord

No more cops with dirty

Ice cold beats heat withstanding

Peachtrees still standing

And they still got something to say

Don't be a menace to mista Jim

While crumbling erb sipping arizona juice

Laid back with your feet propped

Moving on up underneath a deluxe doubletree

Fulla peach pie in the sky

Just a friendly peek outside your freshly gentrified

Upper east side neighborhood window view

Or sum like that

Swing low sweet chariot

I think I hear them singing

I hear them peachtrees singing

Swing low