Lyrics:
There's a mat by the front door, sayin welcome come on in
There's a trail to his ole truck, he'll make that same ole ride again
His calloused hands
When I was a young man in Sweetwater, Texas
Just one thing stayed on my mind
To ride a white horse, over Durango Mountain
And leave Sweetwater, Texas
found out that you in love with me
Bitch, I'm a sensei, no dojo (hiya)
Got a few out in Texas that go tho
Drive by in a horse shooting, polo
Bad white
like pooh i been moving real sheisty
On my way to the top i'm maneuvering nicely
All these checks coming in like i'm sponsered by nike
Niggas be talking
pens for calisthenics, these demons get exorcised
My modus operandi, how could I forget the plan
I see red, I black out
You don't want it with all these
exhibited
Yuh! I was born to be harlequin
It's in my cards to be variegated
I come from the ruby red state of Texas
I expect them to be aggravated
They can
and it's red,
In memory of the dead,
Her builder Treadmill Vern,
Is sick in the head!
Turn up the bass!
Turn up the treble!
Texas rock-a-billy rebel.
Turn
to Texas to see my bitch
I ought of be there by breakfast if I leave by six
And ain't nothing stopping Ja'
I'ma get the puss, catch the Rockets game, then
hail stones big as hen eggs boy
Yer clouds as green can be
Old mother natures raisin hell
She parked a pickup in a tree
Tornado time in Texas
Take
Texas tatted on my arm, got Houston on my back
'Cause I love the city I'm from, hands up if you feel that
I ball hard like a Texan, every Sunday
Country roads, old theater marquee signs
Parkin' lots, and billboards flyin' by
Spanish moss, little hick town squares
Wild roses on a river bank
waitressing by day
It doesn't bring in much money now
And his strong concealed arms set off bells and alarms
In the strangest locations of my dark life
But
glances from everyone
She's waitressing by day
It doesn't bring in much money now
And his strong concealed arms set off bells and alarms
In
the morn
The Eyes of Texas are upon you
'Till Gabriel blows his horn.
Sing me a song of Prexy,
Of days long since gone by.
Again I seem to great
Red pulled out his gun and shot the bitch in her back
Bare butt-naked I headed for the car
The massacre was from texas, so I pulled out the chainsaw
bigger out in Texas
When you cop it by the load
Well Its that champenge Cris sipper
Rollin on them vogues
Actin bad on them 4z
Diving deep off in you hoes
Hey I’m standing by that screen door
Ghost in my head
I’m watching you smiling way back when
Picture of lament
At the dawn two days before, like
Was a cowboy I knew in south Texas,
His face was burnt deep by the sun,
Part history, part sage, part mesquit,
He was there when Poncho Villa was
God painted the bluebonnets in the fields
By a tough little live oak, on an green Texas hill
And he plucked the star from a lone star sky
He put it
And we go need our baby
By our side
Baby please to get
This money is not easy
I tried to make you
Stay but you say
You wanna leave
If you turn
the wood
See we got models in Texas, so man that body looks good
She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
She put her ass on the leather,
clothes
The industry are my foes
They treat me like I got a red nose, red nose, red nose
They put me down
And treat me like I got a red nose, red nose, red
you think that you washed it off
Red clay still under your skin
Late night crown at the Texas Inn
Cheesy western lined up and it's going down
Bug zapper
damn self
Washer full of cash dryer full of X pills
Red rag in my pocket same color my vette is
My no. 1 loner ass ain't from Texas
A quarter mill
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