Lyrics:
flying by so I gotta pick up the pace
But am I running towards something or just running away
From these problems ya these ghosts that been haunting me
and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake by an ol' mama lion
Cain't no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons,
and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake by an ol' mama lion
Cain't no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons,
and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake by an ol' mama lion
Cain't no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons,
and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake by an ol' mama lion
Cain't no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons,
I'm lying in the sun
Longing for a place in the shadow
I'm lying in the snow
Longing for a place by the fire
And when I beg you for water
Feels like clouds today
The sky is gray
The sun been hiding for a while
People walk by the window of his car
Look in, lock eyes
Betray their
Everyday when i leave my house i water my grass. The lawn sings and assures me to "have a nice day while you can afford it. Soak up the sun before
the hand of a preacher man and we made love in the sun
But I ran out of places and friendly faces because I had to be free
I've been to paradise, but I've
when I walk by and I hear them cry
That money just sticks to my hand
What's wrong with me!
the hand of a preacher man and we made love in the sun
But I ran out of places and friendly faces because I had to be free
I've been to paradise, but I've
Fightin´ and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake by an ol´ mama lion
Cain´t no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line
You load
of the days when I would chain smoke
Broken with no hope
Like broken like the manner she spoke
We both
Two people seeking
Solace and remembrance
the hand of a preacher man and we made love in the sun
But I ran out of places and friendly faces because I had to be free
I've been to paradise, but I've
Working in a little ice cream factory
Breathing the air in your small town
And the sun sets down on you now
Fifteen twenty or thirty people
the people should get back
And walk to the plate, yo jerry grody, pause
Swing swing swipe! i get mc's on my third strike
My hot dog is done, i'm in
know it's hard, but please, you're embarrasing me
Can you pretend I'm not around?
Each time I walk around the block
I feel the weight of people's
When all the humans are gone
To another planet
Or blown off the face
Insects will prosper
Insects in phosphor
Insects in proper walks of life
day by day getting out of hand
You don't want me to be an inspiration
You wanna blame me for agitation
How can you tell me 'bout participation
When
the streets, i think of her
i can hear the choir singing
as i pause beside the open door
and the church bells sound above me
and the people pass me one by one
the crowd but you sank not surf crowd let you drown
Don't ask why me why what now
Can't get by me sort it out
Way to late can't talk it out
No linkup I'll
Walk it like I talk it so
I'm strolling with big pockets
My family full of saints jesus
Pieces what im rocking
Bold is what im talking come get
Plugged
better see me
Work a nine-to-five to fill my plate
So you best watch me pop
When people get the gist
They be like "Oh my God" yeah
I got more time off
Dallas to give me a job cause I'm part of the chosen
People that God set aside so for Him
I will ride dawg I'm high off the spirit not smoking that potion
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