Lyrics:
get me where I'm going
Like that pretty little gal riding by in a champagne Corolla
Woah, my God, so help me
I'd jump on the side if she'd just
can I get a date on Friday?
Suavemente, just when I thought she'd say yes..
Yo, yo, that's when a kid pulled the tec and the whole crowd parted
Why
And she follows him down
But don't he turn out to be a little angel of misery
Living quiet in a private dream, protected by a frozen frown
Periodically
she a rider
I got a shooter and I got a driver
They want that heat, I'm the only provider
Little bad foreign bitch, word to Fivio
Niggas know
I got are from soakin' too long when the ship got hit by a plane
And right here about four years back I met Grasshopper MacClain
The sun was a burnin'
I lived in a town way down south
By the name of Buffalo
Worked in the mill with the rest of the trash
As we're often called you know
You factory
Young Johnny Jones he had a cute little boat
And all the girlies he would take for a float.
He had girlies on the shore,
Sweet little peaches by
She'd read her stories about little girls and magic powers
That would never let a pretty angel hurt
Her Mama's always been a beauty
She's still
I loved a woman who ain't wanna feel love
She'd rather curse at the world and go sour
I never knew love had a fee 'til she made me pay by the hour
We've come so far in two months
Broke down like a little bitch in a trunk
Took her by the hand and lost my funk
Spitting up a pill now we gettin'
don't you cry.
Your reward's in the sweet by-and-by.
[crone:] and now we've seen your powers
Softly stretch the hours
You're a fickle little twister
When I met her
I wondered if she'd see me the way that I see her
Her eyes pierced through me
Frozen where I stood what was I to do
So I finally went
shed a tear the way that I did the day my daddy died
I did the day my daddy died
'Cause grown men never lose their daddies
Only little boys do
Can I show you where I hide my friend
He lives in the shed out by the fence
And if you're lucky he'll let you in
But I'm not sure it's kinda
the rhythm and the chorus was coming along
Well she's my southern belle
And she's all that I need
Got all that I want in my little gin queen
Well she'd been
And over in the teacher's home she waited by the phone
For calls which never rang, and people who never sang
Train man rambled dusty into town
with a hang down lip
Starved for love and companionship
Little by little, catchin' up to me
She's more of a woman
Then I thought she'd be
Young Johnny Jones he had a cute little boat
And all the girlies he would take for a float.
He had girlies on the shore,
Sweet little peaches by
Young Johnny Jones he had a cute little boat
And all the girlies he would take for a float.
He had girlies on the shore,
Sweet little peaches by
change some things I'd shed a little less tears
And spend more time with ma
And watch a little more baseball
Cheers to another twelve rounds
Set 'em on up
The perfume that she wore was from some little store
On the down side of town
But it lingered on long after she'd gone
I remember it well
mean vicious woman)
Everyday ?for supper time, she'd go down by the truck patch
And pick her a mess of polk salad, and carry it home in a tow sack
I remember the way
Our sainted mother
Would sit and croon us
Her lullaby
She'd say, kids, there's a place
That's like no other
You got
thing.
Sticking my head in a cold cold stream,
like my sweet little lisa do.
I was pulling out of Dallas,
got pulled over by a debutante.
(Sweet
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