Lyrics:
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
I just been running through checks
Hopped off the jet
Ol girl that's with me a Vet
Can't see me I'm out on the road
Wylie
Fresh outta county, bout to kiss freedom on all 12 oz
And get back to Wylie for the round trip
Crownleess and still takin’em to the mountain top
Ray Wylie's crowd is singing songs about snakes
We ain't the only ones
There's a lot of fools just like us
We ain't the only ones
Having too much fun
rock and roll
Elvis Costello, Ray Wylie Hubbard, and think Jeff Tweedy
Is one bad mother
Mr. Misunderstood
Mr. Misunderstood
One day you'll lead
rock and roll
Elvis Costello, Ray Wylie Hubbard, and think Jeff Tweedy
Is one bad mother
Mr. Misunderstood
Mr. Misunderstood
One day you'll lead
(This song is by Ray Wylie Hubbard)
He was born in Oklahoma
And his wife's name's Betty Lou Thelma Liz
And he's not responsible for what he's
(This song is by Ray Wylie Hubbard)
He was born in Oklahoma
And his wife's name's Betty Lou Thelma Liz
And he's not responsible for what he's
On a hot day with the iced latte
Devious like Wylie Coyote
Hot to trot or maybe not-e
'Cause little did they know there was a baby in her body
We're
think he's one of us!
Ray Wylie Hubbard!
room at Wylie's, waiter twistin' the cork
I got multi-colored rings like the Olympics, of course
At award shows, cuttin' through the tension, of course
can feel a good one comin'on
Throw in Ray Wylie Hubbard
Sing along to "Redneck Mother"
Any blues I had before are gone
Another workin' week is
and biscuits in my cupboard
Listen to Ray Wylie Hubbard
We all goin' down, down the road tonight
Drunken angels, blacktop racers
Holy rollers, whiskey
and biscuits in my cupboard
Listen to Ray Wylie Hubbard
We all goin' down, down the road tonight
Drunken angels, blacktop racers
Holy rollers, whiskey
and biscuits in my cupboard
Listen to Ray Wylie Hubbard
All gone down on the road tonight
Drunken angels, blacktop racers
Holy rollers, whiskey chasers
Lonestar
think you know? but i can show you what its like here
They want me to fall in the trap like Wylie Coyote But I fall in with grace like buzz light year
the morning
He could have been Ray Wylie, maybe even Hayes
Instead of sleeping on the street he’d be singing on the stage
Never lost the music
He lost his way
Ray Wylie
Never once lost focus
All throughout the grit and grimy
All of my lyrics are spell-binding
Diamonds on my neck blinding
No Distractions
I take
it a hundred
My name in it and animating the fun and
I feel like a cartoon I'm Wylie and cunnin
Forget about the rest when your countin up your
life hack
Wylie want beeferoni till he meet Fright Jack
Smoking in school I'm ahead of the tardies
Who'd have guessed I would be the life of the party
Lays her head on my shoulder smears her lipstick all over my
Favorite Ray Wylie Hubbard T-shirt
But she's one hundred proof genuine lady to me
She's
Melt
Aye throw him up in lake Wylie, he swimming like he Mikey Phelps
Run down on him, get back gang, he piss an shit right on his self
That's the cards
grateful for yall yo
Shout out Tokin Speaker BigBen the legend BitBuzz JD VinsDomains
Gweiman Dj Stenny S Wylie Cryptomoney Mr Chings Elvis Jr BigBT
Bogsley
on wide dreams, this shit got me wylie
So son I might blow with the 44 mag
Got jeans on fleek with the 44 tag
No peace in the streets when the world go mad
and Black D12
Return of the Mac, back with Wylie and highly illegal
Steerin’ Starships in the lane with Jonny Rico
It’s all we know: Hell Fire, Glory
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