Lyrics:
just fine."
(Chorus)
Well they put me in a jail cell before a race in Bristol, Tennessee
Don't you go to Sully County if you want to be free
But
No I'm not impressed by
Your ice and your chrome
Talking bout whips,
Well I got my own
Why you think I'm gonna risk,
Breaking up my happy home
did so long ago
But it's gonna come back, I know
You're gonna come back, I know
You're coming back, I know
I want you back, I know
I need you back, I
have a couple friends who say they knew him well
They'd seemed like something special
Really don't they all?
I guess before you're gone it can be
niggaz get heartbroken for thinking that it's intimate
That's gibberish! Women want a nigga that's living it
Looking for something hard with you they
niggaz get heartbroken for thinking that it's intimate
That's gibberish! Women want a nigga that's living it
Looking for something hard with you they
SHOULD HAVE NEVER LEFT TEXAS
Words and Music by John Ford Coley & Wood Newton
Well, if I'd never said I'd follow her anywhere
You wouldn't find me
the street rebellion
Said if he go to jail he take his lick he never telling
Grew up in foster homes ran away ain't feel no love
Headed to the street
rapper on the block wiped out
Everybody coming at the Hilltop, lights out
You're running down seconds on the clock, time out
What? Pipe down, we don't
Night or day
I'm for real, it's true
Please listen to what I say
Baby if your dreams have a hard time coming true
You know just where I'll be,
really anything's gold
If you paint it that way
I'm needing a statement to make so I wrote out my life as a list
Thinking "is this shit all there is?"
really anything's gold
If you paint it that way
I'm needing a statement to make so I wrote out my life as a list
Thinking "is this shit all there is?"
Still got heart no ashy Cashy Around me stay flashy
Bad b Want Caramel
So a man give her that candy
Be home by 7
Peng like Megan
I wish could smoke
Some
thinking that's it's not fair
And no one ain't care so the streets now
Left to raise the child these days is wild
Kind of fowl but that's how it's done
You
Pop
If you want props you've got to chop chop
'till you're on top, the clock does not stop
Shot clock you've got to chop chop!
On top the clock does
Tense atmosphere in the air
Riot written everywhere
Riot squads coming from over there
Time to go home if you're square
[Chorus]
Riot squad
going through my head
Watching life go by
Here just laying in my bed
Just like mumma said
Gotta be your own man
Gotta fight for what you want
And do
on the next one
Hit it out the park first start a home run
Chasing these dreams nine to fives are no fun
Yeah you never know if ur someone
I know this rap
shared for years
Is really, really gone away
So empty
And alone
When I finally realize
You're not coming home
some prick you kna'
all up in my hair
thinks that i care
keeps following me here
keeps following me there
these days i cant go no where
Girl:
Aint that
a fiend if you sip lean by the litre, it’ll beat ya I just lean on my reefer
My new girl she a keeper but she don’t leave sheets clean when I beat her
I
VELCRO
I'm the right guy, the night guy, my charisma I might ply, if you're tight you could try to buy my hospitality. I'll pour white rye, martini
She's coming home after hours while May showers flood her mind
What a crime to defy your time and want to find sublime
In somebody who makes you lose
been sucking it up
Been on the edge, for way too long
Colours, are nothing but blur now
No one's your friend when you're so close to losing your mind
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