Lyrics:
Struggle past the ones that did you wrong - male or female its the same song - sung by fallen angels - hell bent on finding angles So don't wrangle with
Re-Ron, you know
We don't need no Re-Ron
We've seen all the Re-Rons before
It's beyond reel-to reel and
Shogun to RayGun
And no-one has been psyched by
Hey Pal, let me lean on you and talk awhile
Your planes been delayed by the rain
Or something
I wouldn't even fly away
If I had one good
I said don't worry about me, Imma be fighting my demons today
I said don't worry about me, cause imma take 'em all right to the grave
I said don
suppers punching (hurdling) tomorrow since I sit in consquence merging brings to
bubble up along the edges of precious child fantasy broken hi, my name is
Mafi D ain't playing games
Why he talking in 3rd person? Cause Derrick don't talk to lames
Got my bitch fucked by a nigga it's coo I played it same
't care
I know you hate
See da pain in my eyes I got scars on my smile
I'm bleeding, deep down I'm still torn by the lies
All the promises made just
Tryna cop the fam a couple castles
If I got the gwap I'm gon spend it
I had to move by my doely
Get the fuck back you don't know me
I keep a vest that's
bitch get outta my face
I don't wanna date you over AIM
Trying me on MySpace come over to my place
We could do it every day
To my way by biscuit the limp
me be by myself in the evening breeze
Listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees
Send me out forever but I ask you please don't fence me in
Just
be by myself
Introvert at heart and proud to put that shit on the shelf
I just don't like people
Roll a blunt for my health focus on me and only take
But good hard liquor is what I take
And my pal alcohol I love you so
When I'm far away from home
And there's no pub I brew my own
Out of vegetables
in a Honda , he left in a hurst
I got them ones ima fuck up the club
Rich nigga don't step on my rug
I don't sell no more but I'm still the plug
By
branded in my brain
A loner in a saddle
Who finds peace on the plain
No I don't much care
For modern society
S'pose that's all the outlaw in me
I feel more
now there's just again
Tonight the western stars are shining bright again
Sundays I take my El Camino, throw my saddle in and go
East to the desert
puts the crown to his skin
Angel eyes but she gave
One hell of night
Look to the sky ask my guy
How I'm still alive
By the sea all discreet
Don't feel
dabble, I'd rant and I babble
That I would get sober in time, I get over it
I win the battle, like lassoing cattle
I'm back in the saddle, my mind was too
pal
I rather not fight I rather keep the peace
So I hold the record for the fastest gun release
Zero point zero zero two seconds
Don't be a hero you'll
buddy
I'm not your pal
Right here is where it ends, ends, ends, sorry for you
I'm not your buddy
I'm not your pal
You are my enemy
Yo, since when
the bass
When I be getting in trouble I'm like is it cause of my race
I'm in the back of the bus I'm unbothered don't give a fuck
I got the horses in
fuck this love shit
I'ma quit and ride off on my saddle
I've gotta God shaped hole
In my heart
I don't know if It can be filled
God shaped hole
In my
swingin' in the saddle,
My guitar hangs by my side
Old Pinto's always willing,
As for me I'm never sad,
You'll find there beats an honest heart
In
I'm a Larry bird hittin these threes
Sittin in my 4 by 4, Castles closed
Use the back door, Sup Alfred, do my chores
Mop the floor with that shit you
myself
Hey you, Don't pick up the phone
Toy guns in my saddle,
What if I lost battle
Ask me to play scrabble
And I'll kill you double barrel
Just so you
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