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dealer was thinkin'
But he toted the note on Loretta Lynn's Lincoln

Well, I throwed my ol' guitar in that big back seat
And I steered her on out
bed 
With Loretta Lynn in my head 
That's me I'm smelling like a rose 
Waking up in filthy clothes 

[Chorus:]
And where have they gone 
That's
I'm just a little defensive
But I'll be okay tomorrow
This happens once in awhile
Till I'm back on my feet
Once I get out of bed
I'll come to my
can't understand why your world is so dead 
Why you've got to keep in style and feed your head 
Well you're 21 and still your mother makes your bed
baby, you think we could spend some time together?

?Whatever?s clever,? was what she said
Then the next thing you know she was in my bed
She was doin?
haven't got
What went wrong

And if you can't understand why your world is so dead
Why you've got to keep in style and feed your head
Well you're 21
the front door was locked
Went 'round to my window, but my window was locked
Jumped right back, shook my head
Big old rounder in my folding bed
Jumped into
house the front door was locked
Went 'round to my window, but my window was locked
Jumped right back, shook my head,
Big old rounder in my folding bed
in yo head, is my electricution
But I'm comin back, and this time I'm strapped
And fuck +The Law+, 'cause I'm bustin my gat
And I'm wanted by y
pills, but I'm thinkin' it's time for me to chill
'Cause I ain't tryin' to go to hell
I'm tryin' to get some head tonight, have a stripper in my bed
Cause waking up is hard to do

Turn my head it's back to bed with no delay
Can't be bothered by the phone them times a day
Why get up in the morning
so dead, 
why you've got to keep in style and feed your head 
Well you're 21 and still your mother makes your bed, 
And that's too long 

Captain
years I kept y'all standing in line
Loving the way I shine and my lyrics combine
With the ruggedest, illest beats that Def Jam can find
Fuck them other
asked the boy to lower me slow 
Lower me slow 

Sat down and drank me some Perrier 
Watched the seaplane disappear out of sight 
Confused in my head
crack crowns I never back down
You want some ruff shit tuff shit you get dust quick
See me in traffic grab your automatic and bust bitch you violated my
Everybody's cryin, could it be I'm dyin
Bullet in my head, in the bed was lyin
Where's Mica? I want to tell her I love her
With an [ ] in my arm I took
my head 
Its back to bed with no delay, 
Can't be bothered by the phone 
Ten times a day, 
Why get up 
When my morning doesn't even start till two
to this angst
I done quit chicken heads cold turkey and started slowly roasting 'em
'Cause that's where most of my anger is based

Fuck your feelings, I
Say, this is the realist shit I ever wrote or I said
Wake up with it everyday and take it with me to bed
Hurting my heart and hanging over my head
Say, this is the realist shit I ever wrote or I said
Wake up with it everyday and take it with me to bed
Hurting my heart and hanging over my head
TARGET 
Braggin em taggin em draggin em mad hollow-point rhymes in my mic 
Choose Smith or assault over Magnum (huh) 
So back up off me, here's a clip
head
Some are blindfolded and led
Some are maimed by time wasted
Take my rap but leave my bed
My congregation believes you dead
that yoppa by the bed nigga french toast
Black Phantom out front nigga space ghost
Word on the street you looking for 4 and a heezy
Just pull up in
I met you in a club in Atlanta Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You look at me like yeah nigga right
But you gave me you
[verse 1]
Played in Cincinnati
Wit my whole head nappy
Made a rally in the street
Wit nothin but a beat
Gotta grudge against a judge
Kick em out that