Lyrics:
the sound
Folks let me down now I'm coming off the ground
I look around A2F we inbound
We in the town brush the waves, it make you drown
I look around see
Deluca said where did this come about?
And Sheila said we're passing by right now.
My God the van's still there let's go and get the numbers down.
They
It ain't nothing but a map dot
In a state that planes fly by
One bar, one church, one home team
Wrapped around one welcome sign
We talked about
'round here hanging off the edge of town
Just take me to the country
Where I can take it slow down an old dirt road and they know my name
Where
The sun goes down in Calvin county
Neon lights from an old beer sign
Shown through the window out on the sidewalk
As I walked in to pass the time;
think you know my story, nothing bout me
Was surrounded by the envy (No sunny days) that shit was cloudy
Raised in Baltimore, talking city not no county
It was home by home zone for zone
Bloom County's homeless riot
For home ownership i hope you put gas in the
Motor-home and know the roads
I studied
the city lights
Uplifting my spirit and giving me insight
No I'll never reach my limit 'cause she has me gripped tight
Chained to the pain by the strains
you injure
We move you like a movie biti bob ninu legion
Booyaka booyaka County Badness loni region
brothers, who dunno me I’m Badness
Light in my
well documented
Vodka leaded, dropping proper acapellas
Grind for what you wanted, watered down fronted
Circulate the world rugged, now watching
We met at that party your friends took you to
You were a stranger in a crowded room
You bought me that ring at the old county fair
And I still wear
hand
And the blues fell, mama's child
Tore me all upside-down
Blues fell, mam's child
And it tore me all upside down
Travel on, poor Bob
Just
right hand
And the blues fell mama's child
Tore me all upside down
Blues fell mam's child
And it tore me all upside down
Travel on, poor Bob
right hand
And the blues fell mama's child
Tore me all upside down
Blues fell mam's child
And it tore me all upside down
Travel on, poor Bob
hand
And the blues fell, mama's child
Tore me all upside-down
Blues fell, mam's child
And it tore me all upside down
Travel on, poor Bob
Just
?
You know my name and my game and what I'm here to do
Party people, lemme see if you can dance to--
[Chorus:]
Break it down! x3
Yo Bob
I packed up my pick-up at seventeen
With uncle Bob's old Martin guitar and a dream
Went from singin' in church
To singin' for tips in a honky-tonk
only a glorious game
They've fruit trees growin' in an open field
And wild roses bloomin' down a country lane
Look around, old chum
Slow it down, old
left the proof on her cheek
And I was only eight years old that summer
And I always seemed to be in the way
So I took myself down to the fair in town
a hand could tear your world down
Before I slammed down the door and
You said I'm just like my old man
Before I put you in those boxes
And we learned how
down one way outta town
Into our yellow brick road and she said, "Let's go"
Somewhere over the radio, way out past the county line
There's a place
sampling of soul food
Off the old school plates
When I met up with my niggas from the 718
One the Jungle Bro, the other Questers from Queens
Yet I
Big Bang Chris
This the intro for no excuses
Starr county the land of the trill
Puro pinche 956 cuhhh
What you know bout being trill huh
What you
down
Common Sense is in your town
I said come on, y'all, get live, get down
Common Sense is in your town
I stagger in the gatherin'
Possessed by
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