Lyrics:
Booth Willie:] "Go fuck yourself you son of a bitch!
I'll come right outta the booth and fuckin' whack ya, you fuckin' prick!"
[Another car
tried it my friend
I may get drunk in Cincinnati in summer time two thousand and twelve
But I'll never smoke Weed with Willie again!
We learned
in a Willie Nelson song
So I guess I'll be rollin' on
Say goodbye to you
Sorry I can't stay
You know I'm just passin' through
It's hard
Well I'd used up all my favors
Pestered all my friends
Had no one left to torture with my shitty songs again
So I kidnapped Willie Nelson
Let these words be your Earth and moon, you consume every message
As I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression
And with that being said,
i always wish,i cant wake up
Into the real-m of this reality,angels of the kingdom are known by their life and deeds,you shall truly live,rest in
and start to jot some
Always told myself that I would never be losin'
Man, I ain't have no hood, my mother was always movin' (damn)
From Detroit to Texas,
a whiskey river
Or yesterday's wine
You look like, A Good Hearted woman,
Grab all of me
I need what's Always on my Mind
Dust off my Willie
One More for
of Texas
Be thankful there's still a difference in the sexs
In the Lone Star State, you find it all and then some
And God looks like Willie Nelson
I'm moving on
But I'll still think about you
When I hear Willie Nelson
Sing of embers in the rain
And I was wrong
But what good are convictions
When
ready, man, that smoke gon' rise
Run the speed limit, never see blue lights
Everybody's chillin' where we always high
Hangin' out with Willie on that
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
right
(Willie!)
The women of today ain't with it
If you ain't gonna be loyal, forget it
I know the deal, so I admit it
Because I knew a brother
legs is where my brain is at
Cause I'ma nymphomaniac
Willie Nelson, Willie Nelson, we gonna sing some country
Maybe I didn't fuck you
But
a team (woo)
On top of my dreams, Joyner, I know you inspired by me
Like I was inspired by Nelson Mandela, I give him a rose for every endeavor (hey)
place made by Frigidaire
I think I'll try it and give my mates a scare
They'll all be searching neither here nor there
[Chorus]
Willie, oh Willie
to Willie Nelson
Everywhere that I go, I blow fo sho, you smelled it
A lot of y'all fucking with me, saying I'm on your bucket list
But I ain't the one
need a scale
Back in high school I used to be the weedman
Quarter ounces, half ounces, what you need, man
Eleventh grade, made my way up to a P, man
need a scale
Back in high school I used to be the weedman
Quarter ounces, half ounces, what you need, man
Eleventh grade, made my way up to a P, man
you what I wish I'd known when I was twenty-three
You should always take your shoes off by the door
If you're taking something, you should always leave
need a scale
Back in high school I used to be the weedman
Quarter ounces, half ounces, what you need, man
Eleventh grade, made my way up to a P, man
propelling
Let these words be your Earth and moon, you consume every message
As I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression
And with that being
now and gettin' rich, baby, how you feelin'?
Told you I'd be Willie Nelson of this rappin' shit
Forget my verses and won't play none of my classic
I'm drinking that George Jones
Chase it down with a Wynette song
Burn a little Willie Nelson all night long
Putting Ol' Waylon on
I'm going to get all
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