Lyrics:
And the repercussions
When we fucked up
Broke the house down
These days are better when I feel your touch again
I never ever wanna be without your soul again
It's been so
a gypsy's ribbon, looping the purple moor
A red-coat troop came marching
Marching, marching
King George's men came marching up to the old inn-door
They said
I grew up in North Alabama, back in the 1970's,
When dinosaurs still roamed the earth Speaking
Of course of the Three Great Alabama Icons
George
was just a little homie on my disc brake bike
Saving up to get taste on how the big boys ride
Through them paddocks and the alleys we gon slip right by
down the strip on Vogues
Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors
Me and you your momma and your cousin, too
Rolling down the strip on Vogues
Coming up
I be rolling down the street playing blues with my sawed off
If I catch you slipping then your ass is getting hauled off
And I be rolling down
Senior Constable George Devine had been sleeping soundly when he was suddenly
woken by the sound of a galloping horse. It was Saturday, February 8
the beat at me you know I'm a spaz
I came from the bottom
I'm flipping the packs
Pockets of George to filled with the Ben's
From a Toyota to whipping a Benz
Picture me rolling
Candy paint
Bitch you better not leave a stain
Picture me rolling
Got a j full of flame
Light it up and watch me kick game
Picture
comments
Like Kawhi I'm a fun guy
I say we keep rolling J's until we like kites
I say we make lemonade up in our eyes
I say we make matinees up in the night
King George's men came marching
Up to the old inn door
They said no word to the landlord
They drank his ale instead
But they gagged his daughter
down again
Oh we'll crash, crash, right down again
I'll be coming up when the sun goes down
Rolling like a rock 'til I hit the ground
Running from
, rolling, rolling, rolling
Stoned
Bad to the bone
Mike Jack
I was gliding hard like that
Feet never touch the ground
Fuck the ups and the downs I was stuck
annoyed them, plow
What goes around comes around my nigga
And what goes up it must come down my nigga
The soldiers found below the ground my nigga
Just
They turn back around, boy
Settle down, boy
Come home to the woman they love
You ain't nothing like George Strait
His kind don't just ride away
marching,
Marching, marching
King George's men came marching, up to the old inn-door.
They said no word to the landlord, they drank his ale instead,
But
I can't help myself, I feel like Adele (I feel like Adele)
Cos we been rolling deep we can't take no Ls yeah
Open up some windows that's how you
because I'm being you every week
(by the way it seem that everybody...)
I grit my teeth and bare it (you know this judge? he carries a grudge!)
Just
gotta hustle like a ninety five
now I'm rolling the car stolen, in the 92 Lexus
driving in California took a trip to Texas
come up, you see it ain't
hay
You bitches wanna throw me
Up in Pelican's Bay
Call me an animal up in the system
But who's the animal that built this prison?
Who's the animal that
I wake up I'm dreaming
Playtime like back in primary
Bit nostalgic now I'm feening
Fresh Prince, Saved by the Bell's what it might be
Or an anime
daily
Just chain my hands down, make love to my body baby
Baby-by-by-by
Baby-by-by-by
Baby-by-by-by
Chain my hands down, make love to my body baby
Fuck outta my shit
I been stressing way too much to finish now and quit, yeah
You ain't rolling molly, you just sit down
Rolling with the team, yeah
Everyone knows, down the John Neil George Road
There's a diamond day, a dozen for nothing and less if owed to ya
With an old tin can, up the Marble
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