Lyrics:
of a fuck!
Eat shit! Eat my shit!"
[Another car approaches]
[Bishop Nelson:] "Hello Willie. Good to see you."
[Toll Booth Willie:] "Ahhh, Bishop
fit to burn
So I'll leave it all to Willie Nelson
And I'll leave it all to Willie Nelson
And I still can't believe you're gone
The old creeps in just
in they mother fucking face)
Willie Mays willlie mays (Swear)
Willie mays Willie Mays Willie Mays (Man we been getting money)
Fly boy I see you
Kid
to be a lot of mother fuckers blind to the fact
That a ho is gonna be just that
And this type of ignorance is the very
Reason why so many niggas in
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
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,
to you I could never lie
Mother you could read my eyes
Mother truth
Mother bust a rhyme in the booth
Mother youth
Mother elder
Mother I could never sell
Tom T Hall is forty now and so is Bobby Bare
Willie Nelson's gettin' grey and Faron Young don't care
But the young ones keep on coming on the old
And he's leaned him over his saddle-bow
To catch his hat by force
But the rushing in the Clyde water
Took Willie from his horse
And the very hour that
And he's leaned him over his saddle-bow
To catch his hat by force
But the rushing in the Clyde water
Took Willie from his horse
And the very hour that
esepecially for me
By a boy from down in Texas, Willie and it accepted
So good on our dancers
We hope you like it, it's little different of what we normally do
After lying in the weeds by the side of the road
My conscience died a few years ago
Had a loss of direction with no reason to go back
So I settled in
My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance
Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them
And he's leaned him over his saddle-bow
To catch his hat by force
But the rushing in the Clyde water
Took Willie from his horse
And the very hour that
unto my horse, mother
And meat to my man John
And I'll away to fair Margaret's bower
Before the night comes on"
"Oh, stay at home with me, dear Willie
to the curb,
Tryin' to get this mill,
Deep down in Killafornia where they grow good kill,
An my folks,
Be feelin I'm a big 'ol pimp,
They way I post in
here's a coupon
My backwoods packs I turn to a futon
I got my eyes on seven figures
And Imma get it whether I move crooked like Jack Thriller's
I'm
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 jacked up
Pour a little Whitley in
name
It sound so sweet like a nightbird singing
Blue Eyes Crying In The Rain
Close to my heart
I will always hold you,
Our love will last like a Willie
And as sad as it was, her blue eyes inspired me
And switched on a light in my mind
And when she was gone, I wrote down a song
To claim the moment as mine
But
Free from paying them bills
Free to come and go when ya feel
Most of all, free from them haters
Verse 1:
[Willie D]
So many problems that exist in my
sit alone in my four-cornered room starin at candles
Dreamin of the people I've dismantled
I close my eyes and in the circle
Appears the images of sons
myself for another man try
Anyway in my feelings so damn high
Taking charge from the start you can stand by
You can stand by
Bitch I'm in the zone and I'm
or we hurting ya
Boogie Down Bud Killa, Marijuana Murderer
Mother fuck yo couch
If the Cheefs never heard of ya
Willie Nelson in his prime I'm a stoner
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