Lyrics:
Well I may not be the best singer in this big world
I've never been that guy who gets all the girls
But I got a good ole friend that I want you
on the wall
That I think my daughter drew as a rainbow
You're standing in a pentacle
Being judged by lower level personnel
Garth Brooks said I have friends in
kept the prince alive
A child charmed by his savior-
His Right Hand had arrived
"Garth is loyal to our king
And cares greatly for his men
Hate to admit
as Grub shouts
"That's enough, you got her, okay?"
Garth seems to be unphased
Enraged, it seems that he's crazed
With a shout he swings his hammer
Nora
10 with it, so I ain't gotta rap
But I'm thankful for that, don't mistakin' me, black
Or you'll be stankin' in the back of a fuckin' Cadillac
I'ma
10 with it, so I ain't gotta rap
But I'm thankful for that, don't mistakin' me, black
Or you'll be stankin' in the back of a fuckin' Cadillac
I'ma
to take me with him
He said, "Buddy, don't worry, you'll be fine"
As long as there's Almond Joys and Garth Brooks singing
Fishing while the sunset's
Fed her lines like Kevin
Tell 'em I'm a werewolf
Behold the 5 6 bigfoot
Lear jet overlook the country
Like Garth Brooks
Lyrics on point, plus I got
're gonna be a star.
The show's way up in Georgia and you're opening up for Garth.
Your future's riding on this shiny Pinto painted gold.
And if you
caller ID
I'd take her call immediately
Ten Thousand Angels couldn't get me off of that line
Garth Brooks called dang near a hundred times
But I was
MORTICIAN: Not at all. See you on Thursday.
CUSTOMER: Right.
[clop clop]
MORTICIAN: Who's that then?
CUSTOMER: I don't know.
MORTICIAN: Must be a king.
TAKE THE BUS OR RIDE A LIMOUSINE?
GETTIN NOWHERE BY THE RECORDMACHINE
I GOT MYSELF TOGETHER, BUT (PEOPLE) DONT YOU KNOW ,
I HEARD GARTH BROOKS
may not mean nothing
This bourbon taste better with a round of you
Feeling so good you're like a dream come true
Sitting by the phone I'm waiting for
I was forced to live the crazy life
Y'all niggas don't understand what a day be like
Got a son know my Pop's didn't raise me right
When Pennedy
still sing along
Cause must be doing something right
Babe ain't that still your favorite song
When I sang Amarillo by morning
You still sang along
In the midst of the party they bump hits by JD
The B.R.A.T., we the element
And you irrelevant
Get down off this shit
[JD]
I don't pay attention
to Holly-wierd
He's in love and that's a fact
Done found himself a movie star
Gonna show him how to act
Garth Brooks keeps selling millions
No that sure ain't
something right
Was your favorite song
When I sang Amarillo by morning
Babe you always sang along
Girl I swear I'm already there
They were written for us back
beneath by ya toes
Never woulda thought a fellow Mommy, hella scrawny
Everybody thinking Enny turned into a foe
You don't work no rec
I be smoking the Feds
in one do tour make 'em sick with no cure,
As she sits by da bar she sips cristy,
In the mist of da party,
They bump hits by J.D.,
Da B-R-A-T, we
me at the Gate
The Old Blue Yodeler himself Jimmy Rodgers
He said to me "Bill they asked me to show you around up here
And right over there is some
an old, old friend
Just like a used to be
Well, I know by heart the words
She wrote to me
Oh yeah, well, well
She said, "Dear Mister Johnson
Please sent
of autotune
By the end you'll be wondering too
Who's gonna
Take me back
To them good ol days
Charlie, Willie, Waylon
Mr. Cash and Hank
That boy sure knew how
The B.R.A.T., we the element
And you irrelevant
Get down off this shit
[JD]
I don't pay attention to ya' hatin' and ya' bad looks
Just think about gettin' paper
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