Lyrics:
something but I’m 6’4
I get drunk and ask what I’d fuck a 6 for
If we come together I Joe Cocker
I lose nights in 4 packs of Heady Topper
I wanna die
be me.
I’m know longer a average joe
They laughed kuz I didn’t make the honor role
I been overlooked an ignored
Been working so hard my body sore
As he passed around them black-eyed peas
That's soul food
You know what I'm talkin' about
Said "Ol' Billie Joe ain't never had a
Lick of sense in his
you can tell by the expression on my face
That I'll get in that ass like preparation H
The weapon on the waist and I spray guns off
'Cause if it's
Almost time to clock in
The boys were bettin'
That Joe wouldn't show
Cause they had seen him over the weekend
He had four new tires on that old
This is a story about a man
And all the struggles and adversity
That he was faced with
And everything in between
So if you know someone like this
deep!
The girl is deep!
Iiiiiit's got to be deep!
Deep!
(i saw you only Friday, joe, and just let me say, )
The boy is deep!
(...tried to take me
Joe the lion
Went to the bar
A couple of drinks on the house an' he said
"Tell you who you are if you nail me to my car"
Boy
Thanks for
Joe the lion
Went to the bar
A couple of drinks on the house an' he said
"Tell you who you are if you nail me to my car"
Boy
Thanks for
Everyone knows everybody else
Let's skip introductions
Talk on little Joe
His mother left for me to mind
A 100 a week
A lovely guy of 26
Loves
another average Joe wase Capital
My neck looking dry man I need me some Ice
I got the magic type of mixing I be sounding so fine
I'm the nigga with the rizz
left your dawg shitty
I'ma make these niggas hate me, ain't no love up in my city
Momma tell me you need to slow down, can't be movin' with no purpose
on the wall
Down at Joe's place
It's still the old way
Pickled eggs in a jar
And a blue ribbon sign
Ol' boys and bankers
Sitting side by side
Down
they'd seen the holy ghost
The future lookin dismal
The minions workin for the man
Did knowledge in with Rasputin
Now people need to die by principle
And I
grand!
Well gay, somebody done hoodoo'd the hoodoo man
Smack me down with the story gay
Ol' Joe Hannah from Louisiana,
A hoodoo king in every manner
make the baddest crews take a loss
Break your balls like Bahondo, call me Don Joe
Coke slash sweaty rock, niggas drop a dime dough
Booked the nine
Joe Henry
I guess it served me right
Wasn't long 'til he left me
Cryin' out in the night
Joe Henry had his say
He went and set me free
I need tell
True crimes
Times done flew by now
Asking myself in a jail cell
Where do I go wrong
Was it all the weed I was blowing on
Maybe it was a, little strong
Hey Joe, where you goin' with that gun of your hand
Hey Joe, I said where you goin' with that gun in your hand, oh
I'm goin' down to shoot my old
on but you suck my
People's make the real shit
When you hear you fear it
You most defiantly can feel it
I'm in the hall like Courtney
Support me and my
you sick when you heard the kid was rocking your girl
make you nauseus, glide through your block in twin porshes
of course is the ladies love joe
ain't easy here in this no-man's land
I got to find ol' Joe before he loses it all
Somewhere I believe there's a place for me
Down the road
to the gold in their hearts
Who would've thought how fast the power would sway
Day by day, I'm living my life
And I'll stick it to the man who's got me running
out in the third
Yo check it
I think like the man behind a register
Evergreen smokin estates, Divine and Power made me treasurer
With third down,
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