Lyrics:
an' rye.
I'll love ma baby till the day ah die.
A black-headed gal makes a freight train jump the track, said a black-headed
Gal makes a freight
a Kentucky Col'nel loves his mint an' rye
I'll love ma baby till the day ah die
A black headed gal makes a freight train jump the track, said
A black headed
rich by the summer
All these blues in my pocket like I robbed the bank
We the big three, me, Glock, and Paper Route Frank (yeah)
All these pussy-ass
a Kentucky Col'nel loves his mint an' rye
I'll love ma baby till the day ah die
A black headed gal makes a freight train jump the track, said
A black headed
an' rye.
I'll love ma baby till the day ah die.
Extra choruses:
A black-headed gal makes a freight train jump the track, said a black-headed
Gal
a Kentucky Col'nel loves his mint an' rye
I'll love ma baby till the day ah die
A black headed gal makes a freight train jump the track, said
A black headed
can't compete
(100) all by myself, I'm 100 deep
I was on the first 50
Now the powers at a dollar
Politician pushing tracks in it, mayor
I president in it
an' rye.
I'll love ma baby till the day ah die.
A black-headed gal makes a freight train jump the track, said a black-headed
Gal makes a freight
an' rye.
I'll love ma baby till the day ah die.
A black-headed gal makes a freight train jump the track, said a black-headed
Gal makes a freight
a Kentucky Col'nel loves his mint an' rye
I'll love ma baby till the day ah die
A black headed gal makes a freight train jump the track, said
A black headed
an' rye.
I'll love ma baby till the day ah die.
Extra choruses:
A black-headed gal makes a freight train jump the track, said a black-headed
Gal
an' rye.
I'll love ma baby till the day ah die.
A black-headed gal makes a freight train jump the track, said a black-headed
Gal makes a freight
'm beautiful in my way dances
'Cause God makes no mistakes
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way spin
Don't hide yourself in regret
Just love
there too
And they'll smile and my blue soul
Will finally be rewarded
And turn into strong silver
Track ten: 'Til death we do art
I know this girl
With
an' rye.
I'll love ma baby till the day ah die.
A black-headed gal makes a freight train jump the track, said a black-headed
Gal makes a freight
of his love of games
(He finished his set that night
By retreating to play
Galaga as John Mayer riffed on guitar) Now
As he spots
The original Pong, Super
track off-the-rack kind of a track
You forced to rap, remember that? It's that
You know where I'm at, there go the gat
Pass me a bat,
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
froze
Like toes on bodies in the morgue
That was put there by the squad
Look here I'm the God on the mic
On the track
Like Arthur Ashe with a tennis racq'
Feel tomorrow like I feel today
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron
off-the-rack kind of a track
You forced to rap, remember that? It's that
You know where I'm at, there go the gat
Pass me a bat, the kill-or-be-killed kind
and neglected
Single but I don't think she wants to accept it
So she's still texting ex's trying to get this
Back on track but I don't think that she gets it
on a couple of pounds,
And make plans to create the raw, homegrown sounds
Without love and support,
I might come up short,
But I dare not resort,
Cullinan Concierge this life new
I love this life it feel new
All the old dark thoughts that I outgrew
No more grey skies, see the sky blue
No more grey
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