Lyrics:
Or you might say, brought me fame
I don't think I could just talk enough about Lucille
Sometime when I'm blue seem like Lucille try to help me call my
Cotton on my right
You ain't gotta tell me which one I should fuck
I know what's wrong, I know what's right
Pick a politician, hang him from his tie
Throw
North of Mobile, yeah, it’s not too far
By an old cotton field where you can park your car
The beer’s always cold, it’s all you can drink
And it
Condescending, no attention
Y'know, this is reminding me
Of that one ex who pretended to get hit by a car...
...Why? Oh, just to see if I loved him
Like, what
to be divorced
I helped her out of a jam I guess
But I used a little too much force
We drove that car as far as we could
Abandoned it out west
Split up
See every time you come around
You got to bring Jim, James, Paul, and Tyrone
See why can't we be by ourselves, sometimes
See I've been having this
every time you come around
You got to bring Jim, James, Paul, and Tyrone
See why can't we be by ourselves, sometimes
See I've been having this on my mind
Your stunning eyes caught my gaze
Like altered traffic lights
They watch the cars fly by
Like f scott fitzgerald
Your beauty outshone the sun
Truly
can make you Shout
Co-produced by Spike Lee so it's a little hope
Reminiscing bout them school days think I'm Finally woke
I take it one day at a time
Breakdown
Let me hear it now
Breakdown
Yeah
Breakdown
Breakdown
Let me hear it now
There goes the Challenger being chased
By the blue blue meanies on wheels
subconscious probably 'cause she's wearing that Blue Velvet
Heard the Wailing impaling by cannibals won't set me free hope they Oldboy my ex
Like the Raid they
Can't keep me hard
That bitch ain't shit
Can't keep me hard drop-top 2 chains 2 model
Bitches butt naked in the back of my car push-start
Reminiscing
Floundering with my dick out like a little kid
Down all your piss then hit town with ya little sis
Stay out 'till I think I'll slip and drown in my stinky sick
life
Maybe candy out the store or a bag of chips
Imagine this, years go by, I got a little older
My best friends in group homes, I got a little
I met you at 19 when I had the biggest dreams
We talked about everything from cars to France to our future
I said I want a little house in the county
me your slave
Come and do with me any little thing you want to
Anything baby, just let me get next to you
Am I insane or do I really see heaven in
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like
the cotton oxy
Watch me, try to act all hugo bossy, Rick Rossy
Get bodied outta your car seat acting all flossy
With a broad that's thick and lips glossy, from
Lose a mil she leave me
She a whaler, red and big Josh Taylor
The Walt hold the spliff for later
Smooth melody critiqued by James, Mitchell
Anderson
Blind man wavin' by the side of the road
I'm in a flat bed Ford carrying a heavy load
With a sweet thing sippin' on a blueberry wine
On a flat
you might say,
Brought me fame.
I don't think I could just talk enough about Lucille.
Sometime when I'm blue seem like Lucille try to help
Me call
Blue strips only thing that brighten my mood (Yes sir)
If you had a million you would feel good too (So good)
Never ever cheated but don't play by
I've got most my shopping done, except for one gift
My school's secret Santa is the only one left
I got this kid little Jimmy, I don't know him that
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