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about death Leaving me out of breath
I gotta step to the stairway to heaven, it started on 87
Barack was playing sermons by the Reverend Clay Evans
I
favorite collaborators, Gerry Genius Charles, from Full Force who has worked on several of my Christmas albums. I auditioned for his group and they were
She's getting' hammered
On Alabama slammers
Three drinks ago, no
He wouldn't stand a chance
He's sipping' whiskey
Feelin' confident and frisky
He on
When he sleep by the heater he on
He on
When he sleep by the heater he on
When he sleep by the heater he on
When he sleep by the heater he
Within my life time ill change the way you see from your eyes
Your eyes
Time moves so slow some how keep passing me by
Me by
Look, Made a thousand
Woah woah woah
Yeah yeah
In the middle of the night
Keep you by my side
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
In the middle of the night yeah
Keep you by my side
on the street from a fire hose,
Doin' some hard travelin',
From hydrants a-plenty!
Well, a pack of dogs was standin' by,
I walked up to them and I said
a thousand shades of white
And a thousand shades of black
But the same rule always applies
Smile pretty, and watch your back
I'm in the middle of Alabama
back
Billie was a white man's son living in a one room shack
And split those days in the Alabama heat
We shared what we had but we never have enough
Well I quit my job down at the car wash
Left my mother a goodbye note
By sundown I left Kingston with my guitar under my coat
Hitchhiked all
thrills and pills
And how about Atlas & Cramer
Alabama, Hiway Express, Murphy Line
And Long, and Harris, General Stickland, Eden & Key
How about that
You said you're gonna get up off the couch
(you won't)
You said you're gonna put an album out
(you won't)
You said you're gonna go out on a limb
(you
ta
Twórca prawdziwej marki
Nowe ziomali tracki
Błogosławie jak papież
I leci tak
Wszystkie bloki dały mi kredyt zaufania
Każdy album dziś to spłata
'bout my life and shit
I thought the album was finished but I keep writing shit
It's kind of funny how life changed and rearranged
No matter what
When he ask me why I was swerving, "I'm high, officer."
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
the sack
All these bitches on my dick
Smokin' in the sticks clickin' off that ana
Roll that Thai like Alabama
Bitch, I'm MC wit' that Hammer
Steady duckin'
Just know you gonna be great like you always been destined
Keep me by your side you'll never need no protection
A little girl is waking up this
winning? Just
So that a nigga in the street
Can give me a fucking dap?
The same niggas that didn't buy
My album any fucking way
That downloaded the shit? Get
[Chorus]
(I'm comin'.)
How ya comin', baby?
(I'm comin'.)
This is how I'm comin'.
The album that I'm comin' with is rough, the flavor's mean.
at the time, or
Yeah, um, I forgot, but fuck it)
B-Bitch, I'm turnin' up in foreigns, caught a juug in Alabama
Kayla tellin' me she pregnant for some nigga
get
So you betta stay from round my shit
Slip-n-Slide put me on tha list
[Chorus:]
Miami, get on up!!! Atlanta, get on up!!!! Alabama, get
Lens, focus in
Show us where we been
We buy time, buy an hour at a time
We buy time by the hour
Spring tonic gin
Dandelion wine
Photo album
Lens, focus in
Show us where we been
We buy time, buy an hour at a time
We buy time by the hour
Spring tonic gin
Dandelion wine
Photo album
and strife
From a Buick to a Beamer, ambitions of a dreamer
Motivated by Mob Figgaz and Andre Nickatina
I'm gettin' paper while you're in the shade drinkin
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