Lyrics:
a coal mine
Oops, about to slip down
'Cause I make a little money
Haulin' coal by the ton
When Saturday rolls around
I'm too tired for havin' fun
a coal mine
Oops, about to slip down
'Cause I make a little money
Haulin' coal by the ton
When Saturday rolls around
I'm too tired for havin' fun
a coal mine
Oops, about to slip down
'Cause I make a little money
Haulin' coal by the ton
When Saturday rolls around
I'm too tired for havin' fun
off my chest
I said, Time out girl, why can't we give it a rest?
She said, I thought by now you'd have surely guessed
I gotta keep puttin' ya
roll and speculation
Throw your pitch and show your numbers
Dropping names of the people you're working under
I'll keep the miles, you can have
girls every night
But he ain't fucking the wife
And he's doing the things we'll never do and he's genuine
Judging by the size of his crew
With a face
Standin' on a corner
Suitcase in my hand
Jack's in his car, says to Jane, who's in her vest,
And me, I'm in a rock n' roll band.
Ridin' in
it’s time for your head to roll
We’ve got to open our eyes
And use that mob mentality
Against that public enemy number one
No need to take
Standin' on a corner,
Suitcase in my hand.
Jack's in his car, says to Jane, who's in her vest,
Me, babe, I'm in a rock n' roll band.
Ridin' in
gun
Beauty in a settin' sun
I'm tired but just begun headed over yonder
Roll through meadows of my kin
Sittin' next to man's best friend
Comin' up
the rear view
And the highway patrol is up ahead
In my garbage truck, truck
I'll never throw you away
When you're old and gray
We'll just roll it away
real life you 0 for tons
Oh you 0 for funds
I hope you ain't bring your girl or nothing
When me and Wiseboy be rolling up
Your jawn wanna roll with us
wrote this, mixed with
Magician kinds of flow
Who roll sleeveless
There'll be no tricks or gimmicks
For me to be spitting this
Son'n niggas I'll make sure
needed or not
I'm a shell can't tell don't know but I live there a lot
Too high the hill roll down the other side
I've come too far to let it tear me down
the hounds are hungry
And rock'n'roll is dead
But you cant put my fire out
It burs beyond the shadow of a doubt
The only thing I ever really had
You
People come our way to try and stop our love but
They don't know that love is what we are
They'll say what they say, but my mind's made up
I
Hey Nikita is it cold
In your little corner of the world
You could roll around the globe
And never find a warmer soul to know
Oh I saw you by
of the marijuana plant
Jay’s gone vegan but, he pull up in a lamb
Hold that ladder while I’m operating
Wishful thinking while I talk to Hades uh
SKRT
In black
Tripping, let me check my temper grew up on
Old school with it, prolific
Feeling like 2Pac when he heard about Brenda
We got big ass plans to run by
There's
Vanity is all right, is really all right. Miss universe
miss the point completely
colour me by numbers I'm bound to please
beautiful and deadly, the bomb
it
By the smell on the skunk
It's the funk we blow it
So split the mud and reach for the sack
Ease up your mind never look back
Inhale deeply
Well I've written stories like the poets long behind
But it's time who seems to be the one who's bought them
And maybe they're all bastards they're
da Mary Like Jesus Christ
Blunt Rolled I just need this light
Like Ah black out Catchin bites
By my Dads house Ona cash route
Like an Armored truck
why you give me all that
Back and forth, up and down
Chasin' you in circles it's a run around
Sayin' every word that'll get me
Know I'm gonna fall if
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