Lyrics:
Carried by the voice
Inside the jukebox
On my grave
You can hear hank williams
Some george jones
Some beatles songs
Some dylan
Some rolling stones
Disrespect that she's anti-cop lack intellect and I got
More for you to disregard when I'm defining pro-black
With cold facts for melanin snapshots that's
a nigga scream
Nigga popped a perk and ate an all star at waffle crib
Only time I'm sleep in a bed is laying pipe in it
Superman jones can't be killed by
to some George Strait,
George Jones country love songs,
you'll change your mind.
Well let me broaden your horizons,
teach you 'bout the finer
time by loving me plenty
She knows there'll come a day when we won't be getting any
The stain of the sepia the butcher Crimea
Through the wreck
Rolling Stone reveals is just hype for the tour
And the world sings
When the Beatles Hit America
When the Beatles Hit America
It's going to be sponsored by
When it gets messed around with I?m the one, one
Uh huh. Uh.
[Jim Jones Talking]
I swear it wasn?t me
I swear that wasn?t me
I swear it wasn?t me I
When you see me, you gon' try to avoid me
(You must was geeking)
I just might take a Perc' and then go turbo
Turn into Boston George by my peso
I'm
start to catch up to my past
Cause I stop dead center of the road (what?)
Singing George Jones, when I crashed at the light
Staring at my truck like I
Red Sovine
Waylon Jenings, Merle Haggerd, Patsy Cline
George Jones and Tammy and a great pair of Judds
And Hank Jr. sang with Sr. on an overdub
and they just too fire
Shoutout to Christoper Nolan
Nobody Knows, Nooberto Jones
Nobody Knows, Nooberto Jones
Nobody Knows, Nooberto Jones
Nobody Knows,
Just like George Jones and one of his gold plated chrome tin microphones
Well the only time that I ever got booed is when I busted a rap by the 2 Live
Let me smoke a blunt right now and get in my zone
Akademiks said Freddie Gibbs got beat up by Jim Jones (word)
I'm not a big fan of his the streets
me bring you the sunshine when it's fresh with morning dew
Can't you see that I'm waiting to share my world with you.
Window Up Above:
(George Jones
world
And you can call her when you're feelin' alone
This is the story of Angela Jones
I don't know (I don't know but)
What I've been told
Just get
it Coolio Jones
Running with no place to go
Stay calm keep it Coolio Jones
Were covered by the unknown drones
But you gotta keep it Coolio Jones
to
The kenwood speakers as they jam out those old school tunes
Well george jones could but i cant stop loving you
By the way you look tonight
Well shes the three
And still get they salary paid by
The same community
And they do it without no shame
And go get all this dirty information
Just to defame
RIP
George Floyd
MC's neither am I
I I'm just Recording Artist trying to get a piece of the pie.
And get your attention like your eye has a sty
When I rap it's like
that my eyes are closed
I write songs fucked up like I'm
Kin to old George Jones (Old George Jones)
Yeah, most the time I'm higher than a kite
And my
to be unkind
And it sets me here
Right back to the heart of it
Jones Crazy is a slight defense from it
Jones Crazy is a place I call my own, (when
They really wanted me to do it
Huh
Well let's get it then
George Jones
Top of the morning
Lets give Him glory
Spitting my story
In cacciatore
That's
when you come back Rasta, you'll be just fine"
Now I'm writing rhymes, sophisticated lines
Got bitches on my line, they tryna wine and dine
I gotta check
to leave
If I was you I'd be scared of me
Places that I'm supposed to be
I'm so insecure when you're holding me
If it's time for me to leave I'll go
I just
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