Lyrics:
I will not drown
All I really know how to do is survive
Next time that I come to your town
I be the fuckin' headline, uh
Johnny Cash
Johnny Cash
the fuckin' headline, uh
Johnny Cash
Johnny Cash
Johnny Cash
Johnny Cash
Johnny Cash
I'm not supposed to be this person, I suppose
I'm not supposed
It started March of sixty-four
Many years ago
We were hired by Johnny Cash
To open up his show
Four boys, a worn out Cadillac
With a road map
It started March of sixty-four
Many years ago
We were hired by Johnny Cash
To open up his show
Four boys, a worn out Cadillac
With a road map
Ya bitch in the telly shaking ass
I ain't have to give her no cash
Imagine what she gon do for a bag
She gon give it everything she has
B&E's turned
French but, "Je suis un baller"
I swear, you better watch you're going
I keep a johnny in my wallet, I dunno what I'll be doing (JOHNNY!)
But I would need
Will you be my ride or die, ride or di
Swear you got me jogging like I'm running outta time
I'll go Johnny cash for you, yeah I'll walk the line
cancer
But I will gladly prance for a shordy who's a dancer
Really depends on the slander, the pink panthers
The Bugs Bunny, the Johnny Jimmies and even
she couldn't find one realer
Taught me to stand up on my own And handle my cash
And that a nigga in your cirlce Just Might be your killer
That's why I
It started March of sixty-four
Many years ago
We were hired by Johnny Cash
To open up his show
Four boys, a worn out Cadillac
With a road map
her nose
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb or Francis Scott Keys
Nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom Jones, Johnny Cash
Engelbert
her nose
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb or Francis Scott Keys
Nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom Jones, Johnny Cash
Engelbert
blowing her nose
The theme song will not be
Written by Jim Webb
Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell
Tom Jones, Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdinck
and then I'm about to pass it, a pass it A, y'all ain't ready for the massacre, I'm a kill it when I have to
You will never be fly like this, hit you with my
yo
My testament, the debt you in
Can only be paid in flesh, you in
The rest of it, at best, is shit
Your whole life is regret, you in
Detested by
who giggle walking by
People love Bob Dylan, Johnny Cash and The Stones
But no one seems to give a damn when I play one of my own
I guess that's
faking statistics
These niggas be leaving they lipstick
On top of my dick tip
Pussy I whiff it from miles away
I will never work with niggas that do
to the untimely unkindly
I Walk the line finely like Johnny Cash
But I keep getting visits from the ghost of the past
So I spark another L then I go to the pad
Hey uh I like that beat that MC Lyte got
Johnny J flip that shit
Let's do that shit over
Let's do that shit like you
Know Death Row style, you feel
Isle
Will be back after this message don't touch the dial
Rarely do you see an MC out for justice
Got my gun powder and my musket (blaow)
Melons get
Isle
Will be back after this message don't touch the dial
Rarely do you see an MC out for justice
Got my gun powder and my musket (blaow)
Melons get
the playas know
Bet y'all want to see me niggaz want to be me
Never will they pimp free, pimp costs
And I get lost on the slide for the Ave gettin
what's a fuckin' street hit
The shit's way off course
It's like me tellin' Johnny Cash how to sing about his horse
You go on tour, the white agency says
nights
What scars will I bring with me
Is there a woman by my side
It's the unknown that scares me so
But it's gonna be a hell of a ride
I hear ghost
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