Lyrics:
the sack
And then along about two o'clock I hauled 'em all back
To the Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin' Cafe
[Chorus]
Oh, the Old Home Filler-Up
Yeah, them walkin', talkin' truck stop blues
Came back ta life in seventy-two
As "The Old Home Filler-up An' Keep On A-Truckin' Cafe"
Oh, the Old Home
to ya, if ya do what ya love
Keep pushin' back when push comes to shove
Keep on truckin'
(Keep on truckin')
Yeah, I keep on truckin'
(Keep
daughters, mom, dad, wife
If you gotta best friend, just know they hard to come by
So through my cycle of duration
Dealt with plenty tough decisions
Sat back
I be the goat
I be the legend for the occasion
I'm on the field giving directions
Making them plays
(Woah)
Tom Brady
Tom Brady
Tom Brady
Tom Brady
I
fully-illuminated genuine accessory shift knob come right off in his hand. I says, "You wanna screw that thing back on, Earl?"
He was tryin' to thread it on there
the chest with
An eagle claw fist and back you
Get it two by four and she'll lack you
(Tip, you hardly find a nigga
Now that out raps you)
(Or gets at you
nah you ruined that shit
Thought you were by my side
The one to sit tight when were buzzing to ride
Stab me in the back I still stand up they can't be
fully-illuminated genuine accessory shift knob come right off in his hand. I says, "You wanna screw that thing back on, Earl?"
He was tryin' to thread it on there
the crew
And I never did it for a damn thank you
Dont test me I'll cheat like Bill
Brady Bunch, I'm on a mission
Like bill clinton, imma kill
Tarantino,
caught a star
On U.S. one-oh-one
I've seen the sights from the Northern Lights
To the bend in the Rio Grande
I've took in a lot of this U.S.A.
'Cause I've
me round Brooklyn
When she wasn't lookin
Come on Brady
No self respecting lady
Would let you act so shady
Maybe
I might have to hang a bunch
an empty space for me
Hey, Mr. Brady, was the sun in your eyes?
Did you even see me as I passed you by?
Hey, Mr. Brady, why are you walking away?
I'm
now I see back then I might have acted like a fool
Now I won't apologize for it, this is not a bunch of Brady's
But a bunch of Black man's pride,
Shorty wanna ride, cause she know I'm going brazy
I'm a money maker, make a bunch just like the Brady's
She just wanna slide, when I pull up in
the Duck)
And, you wanna back off them hogs? Convoy
Yeah, 10-4, 'bout five mile or so
Ten, roger, them hogs is gettin' intense up here
By the time we
the Duck)
And, you wanna back off them hogs? Convoy
Yeah, 10-4, 'bout five mile or so
Ten, roger, them hogs is gettin' intense up here
By the time we
the Duck)
And, you wanna back off them hogs? Convoy
Yeah, 10-4, 'bout five mile or so
Ten, roger, them hogs is gettin' intense up here
By the time we
a punk
I'll put his family in boxes meet the Brady Bunch
How y'all feel y'all selves Shaquille y'all selves
Us cowboys don?t need you you Bill Parcell
routine
Give me my old straw hat and a-double-truckin'
Down the avenue we'll go
(Man, you're flyin')
Folks passin' by us
(I'm lyin', I'm dyin')
Will
now I see back then I might have acted like a fool
Now I won't apologize for it, this is not a bunch of Brady's
But a bunch of Black man's pride,
a punk
I'll put his family in boxes meet the Brady Bunch
How y'all feel y'all selves Shaquille y'all selves
Us cowboys don?t need you you Bill Parcell
["Truckin'" originally by Grateful Dead]
Alright!
Hey, are we ready?
Well I'm a mean machine, I'm the kind you don't wanna meet
My middle name is
and shit
Your whole gang will be diminished, Bunch got the Brady's in it
Spit sick shit like my saliva got the rabies in it
Fuck rap, I'll be a landlord
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