Lyrics:
Strange so many live a cyclical style
Maybe biblical indifferent to
Decisions abide by
By the way, I'm playing off a pace
That they been praying to place
not leaving
Oh I'll regret it cause I'm ready to start believing
I'm the comeback kid, I'm the comeback kid
I'm the comeback kid, I'm the comeback kid
how I live
Y’all straight hating on the kid,
Y’all straight hating on the kid, Woah, Woah,
Y'all straight hating on the kid,
Sitting on the couch
I am a simple goat
I live on the back of a pick-up truck
The Old Man tied me here with a 3-foot rope
Am I happy he don't give a fuck
He's
ADAM: I am a simple goat.
I live on the back of a pick-up truck.
The Old Man tied me here with a 3 ft. rope.
Am I happy?
He don't give a fuck.
OLD
Then again a lot of kids aren't in their seats anymore. We're parked at the pick-up point, which is in the parking lot of a Methodist church. The bus is
a house
Few of my bitches, can't live without 'em (Ddot cold as a motherfucker, on God)
Drench gang, slime 'em out
Bubba chain a hundred thousand
Ran
forty years but who'd ever know
By the way they carry on
Just the same two kids as much in love
as the day they married on
They made a promise
a house
Few of my bitches, can't live without 'em (Ddot cold as a motherfucker, on God)
Drench gang, slime 'em out
Bubba chain a hundred thousand
Ran
of rules that he lives by day to day
If you ask for his advice, he'll more than likely say
If it's a fence, mend it, if it's a dollar bill, spend it
of rules that he lives by day to day
If you ask for his advice, he'll more than likely say
If it's a fence, mend it, if it's a dollar bill, spend it
to die, it aint your time
Use the pain, bring it to light
They love the story of the comeback kid
You need to come back, kid
So you could burn it down,
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
a lotta good it woulda did
Or done, if not bad luck I would have none
Why did I have to live the life of such a bad one
Why when I was a kid and played I
Curly would drive that old pickup truck
Lilly would roll a cigarette
They never sweated the money they made
They get by just fine on anything they
Yo, I live the life of '62 pick-ups
Pumpin' on corners, beat downs to stick-ups
Seein' events, of which I had to stay silent
Murder, extortion,
I used to lie enough to get by
I couldn't keep up with it
Third glass of wine, hell of a life
Can you be my comeback kid?
I know my internet
kids, they ain't the ones
Right or wrong, black or white
Cross the line you're gonna pay
In the dawn before the light
Live and die by the shades of gray
someday
Got blessed by the gods but I feel like cursed (Cursed)
Got to take chase if you want it to work
I feel like dahmer I'm doing the worst
I feel like
the back of Muhammad's pickup truck
Drove it to go fishing for the Loch Ness Monster
After stopping by to pick up Odin and his little brother
But no messy
live
I'd rather die trying than to give in
There ain't enough songs about a comeback kid
cnd there is something missing
cnd no
There ain't enough
Holding down fort like they Bonnie N Clyde
Luxury cars of all makes and models
New outfits everyday, downin' champagne by the bottle
Glass in
Coming back with a vengeance (comeback kid)
Twin glocks with thirty in em
Keep ‘em tucked in my denim
Let me think we ain’t spinning (nah)
Keep score we
long have I been asleep?
As long as I have
Did you ever live in a drum? No
Well then you aren't me
I only dreamt I lived in a drum ever
Since it got dark
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