Lyrics:
CUSTOMER: Why?
MORTICIAN: He hasn't got shit all over him.
Scene 3
[clop clop]
ARTHUR: Old woman!
DENNIS: Man!
ARTHUR: Man, sorry. What knight lives in
not sayin I'm as good as Garth Brooks
And, I don't have Tim Mcgraw's looks
But I get better as the night goes on
Always singing my country songs
So fill
I ever need
It's what you do, it's what you feel I'm telling you, you gotta make it real
I ain't no Bryan Adams, I ain't Tim McGraw
But I live like
guitar
Well if Bobby Ray too country, I'm the black Tim McGraw
I got some shit up on my chest, and I can't wait to get it off
If it’s trouble that they
back
god on the main line missed my blessing so i'm calling back
ain't no flauge ain't no flaw country tunes tim mcgraw
ain't no hoe in my heart hope
the trap and I see real niggas
I walk in the trap and I see real niggas
I see real niggas
I walk in the trap and I see real niggas
Tim Duncan
Now I got
a problem y'all
It's like hip-hop, meets effin Tim McGraw
We two fools and don't take no mess
Bitch lumber logs just to work the chest
He's country
the Tims, keep your bread
And live good, East coast West coast worldwide
All my playas in the hood stay fly
And if your ballin let me hear you say right
after that, I have a full relapse.
Lose my hand in a game of craps.
And after that everyone calls me claw.
And after that I work for Tim McGraw
a southern drawl,
Acts like Toby Keith, but sounds a lot like Tim McGraw
But if he's country I'll kiss your ass,
And throw all my Willie Nelson records
the Tims, keep your bread
And live good, East coast West coast worldwide
All my playas in the hood stay fly
And if your ballin let me hear you say right
twenty three inch rims
Jumpin' out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up
And live good
East coast, West coast, worldwide
All my playas in the hood,
good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
And I do this for the city
Got some Hennessy and my real niggas with me
Fuck the police
They
I hit the grave
Call me Tim McGraw, I'm just here to sing
Skydiving, I went
Rocky mountain climbing, I went
Two point seven seconds
On a bull named
the police
Get it good girl, use your knees
I love them brainiacs
Yeah, my last ho had a few degrees (for real)
Back on my Compton shit
Demonic how I
time we paint the cement
Beat the road down, my paper route was real scenic
Big moves silent, but the Za keep screamin'
I ain't been inspired by the shit
loved jobs called in
You had faith when they said they're not callin'
You understood that what we had was good
You stood by your man like a real
Pass me a couple bitches
By the way fuck drugs
I can fuck the bitch sober
I done popped a viagra
And I look like Steve Austin
I look like Tim McGraw
With
Too high to care
Got no one anywhere
Tim McGraw on the air
So far from sober
Got a little left over
She said, "Take it for me
My parents are awake
Won't be the last time That we'll be so damn close
You're my best pastime Tonight
We'll be like Tim McGraw and Faith
Keith and Nicole
Driving all
Hit the mall and ball wall to wall
Nigga bark I'm calling all my dogs
Fuck 12 I live above the law
Bad bitch I think I'm Tim McGraw
I ain't whipped
may be completely
Beyond man's capacity to live
With let's forget
For a moment the complex problems we might
Face in converting from a cold war
Hey yo!
Yo sham!
Yo sham!!!
-yo,yo,yo!
Come here nigga, wassup man?
-whats the deal, son?
How you doin man?
-chillin man
What you fuckin with that
shit
When the system don't care 'bout none of us, man
How that's real?
Explain that shit
(How that's real?)
When you shot at ya dog
You grew
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