Lyrics:
the Duck)
And, you wanna back off them hogs? Convoy
Yeah, 10-4, 'bout five mile or so
Ten, roger, them hogs is gettin' intense up here
By the time we
the Duck)
And, you wanna back off them hogs? Convoy
Yeah, 10-4, 'bout five mile or so
Ten, roger, them hogs is gettin' intense up here
By the time we
the Duck)
And, you wanna back off them hogs? Convoy
Yeah, 10-4, 'bout five mile or so
Ten, roger, them hogs is gettin' intense up here
By the time we
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it
And, you wanna back off them hogs
Yeah, 10 4, 'bout five mile or so
Ten, roger, them hogs is gettin' in tense up here
By the time we got into Tulsa
blow in a beautiful snow
From the prevailing thirty-mile-an-hour southwest wind
"And when my last remains go flying over the left field wall
We'll
blow in a beautiful snow
From the prevailing thirty-mile-an-hour southwest wind
"And when my last remains go flying over the left field wall
We'll
off on them hogs?)
(Ah, ten-four, about five mile or so)
(Ten roger, them hogs is gettin' IN-tense up here)
By the time we got into Tulsa town we had
A hundred and twenty-two
Thousand miles of it, to be
Exact, which I inherited
And I thought if I advertised it)
Of course! A national campaign
Useful stuff,
a well bow tis doe waaaaaaay!
Submitted by Zodiac
NIGHT GOAT:
She wants my way to feel
And I cut my teeth
It's more nine hundred miles
Oh,
and their dead pal Kurt... Submitted by Rene
LIZZY:
I'm sin
Done in water
You might be over him
He's somebody's daughter
As far as is well known
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
around like that?
I'm waiting for a ninety-mile water wall
To take me out of your home view
I'm looking for a trap door trigger
To drop me out
Paid 90 for my grill and lost it, that's why I ain't smilin' (damn)
You got Sean, you got Hit, you got Grizz, Kash Dolla
Paint you red, throw you in
gunsmoke in Tokyo
MC's dosey do your mics up in this rodeo
My star roast em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions
Shuttin down national state buildings
of national security, making anti-muck
out of spread-out style. the irrational reproduction
of these impossible motherfuckers is spurred on by
you and me
a movie Like Belle
Get a bomb, and get my trap on
Get a bag and go back home
Baking soda water boiling I'm tryna get my crack on
I don't do no drive-by's I
3 IN THE MORNING
Written by: Kelly Ann Carvin (BMI),
Troy Thomas Walls (BMI)
Publishing:
motorcycle with the devil in the seat,
Doin' 90 miles an hour down a dead end street.
I didn't want to want to now I have no choice.
It's too late to hear
A Ford radiator an' a Chevrolet coop
I handed it in
For National Defence
Settin' in a boat with a bucket of beer
Hadn't caught nuthin' but didn't
radiator an' a Chevrolet coop
I handed it in
For National Defence
Settin' in a boat with a bucket of beer
Hadn't caught nuthin' but didn't much care
I guess
A Ford radiator an' a Chevrolet coop
I handed it in
For National Defence
Settin' in a boat with a bucket of beer
Hadn't caught nuthin' but didn't
government looks for a war to win
Flames for the blame game, names where I begin
Walls closin' and get some help to my kin
(Who cares?) While the rest
hard, beggin for a foul
With my family on my mind, gettin called from prison walls
My tummy touchin, brain cells hangin by nails
And my cash flow movin
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