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a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
Marty Robbins - El Paso; Waylon Jennings - Ramblin' Man; Roger Miller - King of the Road; Merle Haggard - The Way I Am. Now that's what I'm talkin' about.
names like Johnny Cash
And Ernest Tubb and I bet you'll find that
We're gonna relax you
Sit back and listen to "North to Alaska"
And if you ever come in
name was branded in
pure gold. I began to read some of them as I turned the pages: Red Foley,
Ernest Tubb, Gene Autry, Roy Acuff, Eddy Arnold,
to blue, yodel number one
We love Hank and Lefty
Bob Wills, Ernest Tubb, and Johnny Cash
But if we had to pin point
The start of who we are
Or who we go
pure gold. I began to read some of them as I turned the pages: Red Foley, Ernest Tubb, Gene Autry,
Roy Acuff, Eddy Arnold, Tennessee Ernie, Jimmy Dean,
name was branded in
pure gold. I began to read some of them as I turned the pages: Red Foley,
Ernest Tubb, Gene Autry, Roy Acuff, Eddy Arnold,
to the neighborhood
As we're walking there, my buddy and I get passed real slow by two cops in a squad car
Sure enough they pull a U-turn and stop us, asking us where
or tinder?
TIM: I... am an enchanter.
ARTHUR: By what name are you known?
TIM: There are some who call me... Tim?
ARTHUR: Greetings, Tim the Enchanter.
the tracks not falling as I planned
A lonely mug for one listening to Ernest Tubb
Sing Tomorrow Never Comes, lo-fi but clear
I’m still here
I always feel alive
God
Or try to say
Anyone deserved what they got
Or did not take away from this life.
A game of Russian Roulette.
No one knows
Where will
sweeter than the Angels sing,
And then the music stopped and the auctioneer,
With a voice that was quiet and low he said now what am I bid,
For this
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
myself coming back
Each therapy session chips away at my writer's block
And in the midst of relearning what I am and am not
I found stillness in storms
On ya Tubbs and Crockett
This ain't the Vice
On ya Award Tour
You are not Phyfe
But I am a tribe
Only by His grace we survive
Through the blood
inside of me
And I'm Ernest every day, Hemmingway on the mic
Gotta write
Farewell to These Arms
I'm the Old Man by The Sea
I never mean no harm
Only
violin but he held it up with a smile,
Well it sure ain't much but its all we got left I guess we aught to sell it to,
Oh, now who'll start the bid on this
Who no wanna flex like this
How we getting lit
Cuz we be the shit
Calling life a trip
Coulda don a bid
Thought we'd never fit
Look at how we spit fit
I
You know what it is
B E S T
Put your hands up
Scream out
Best, Best, Best, Best, Best, Best, Best, Best, AH GEE DEN! AH GEE DEN! AH GEE DEN! AH GEE
like a dove.
F see
They call her by name pretty Peggy-o.
see Am F see
What will your mother think pretty Peggy-o?
See Em Am Em
What will your mother
in my mama yard, sittin' on E's
I'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee
Just know what's free
You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't
as high as top 3%
I think she still pissed about it, like it's my fault and I pissed in her cream of wheat
As well
What a rancid cuntswab
However, we both
or they broke
Everything happens for a reason, I try to give my brothers hope
Don't make me call up Eli if u think this shit a joke
Hit up Ernest and Smiley
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