Lyrics:
you by
I bet he'd be a star
I bet my star wars figures he would be a movie star
A Quentin Tarantino next-big-thing
Prima Donna, then he'd appear
repeats itself and thats just how it goes
Same way that these rappers always bite each others flows
Same thing that my nigga Elvis did with Rock n Roll
Champagne all the way and we'd get married by Elvis
What the hell did I say when I called last night
Dripping loads of whiskey honey in that message that
Were taken I choose
To believe it I think it's an angel
Take a good look
Many, including their pastor said that they
Believe this image captured by
the things in my dreams
What would I do without you?
There wasn't an organ, there wasn't an aisle
There wasn't an Elvis to witness the vows
But I had
rely by the code
Hopping in the whip screaming yo
Just hit a red light, aw no no
Speeding through yellow, I ain't slow
Only see green, yea I'm on go
The black is by the fire
The lights are on the tree
Elvis sings Blue Christmas for you and me
Everything is perfect
The candles have it glow
The only
And the few things we managed to save
Mama read from The Book
We took one last look
And then we drove away
Oh, and on the post by the general store
We're rolling, my sweetheart, we're flowing, by God
She reminds me of a chess game with someone I admire
Or a picnic in the rain after a prairie fire
And throw down a cold one or two
There's a jukebox that's full of records
By Willie, Haggard and Jones
There's a picture of Elvis and ol' John Wayne
adjustable spanner
Industry junkies
Regurgitated cabaret under the hammer
They were running the show
[Chorus]
Let's hear it for this year's thing
Come
Now my stacks bigger RIP Mac Miller only thing I miss is Hussle
It’s a cold game tighten up, tryna get em in by the bundle
Got a lotta hoes, by
effected by
The bombs deployed by the US
This one's forhumanity h-U-M-A-N-I T-Y
Yes okay
They are inside, they see blood before skin
Israel Funds America,
Remember those days when I was young
Playing on grandpa's tractor in the sun
Wishing it would never end
Building hay forts in the heat of the barn
of the tunnel
There's one thing that I should remember
There's a light at the end of the tunnel
Buggered by a priest
When you were seven years of age
The age
Hand-me-down clothes
But you'd never know
Cinderblock gardens
Can still grow a rose
This tractor
Your laughter
Baby that's all
I'm ever after
started on the MARTA
From the West side
Y'all prolly know that by now
This is where the block hot
You might hear a glock pop
Be cool, that aint unfamiliar
so
Don't be fooled by his guitar and
Who really wants to fall in love in bar?
I've learned a thing or two
Walking in those boots
It's always the same
kill you the same
By hanging you over an open end flame
Or I'll leave you alive with your body parts maimed
And I'll leave you so scarred as you're
you got hit by a tractor tire
My peoples be the ones ya'll worry 'bout
When we in the buildin'
Niggas try to hurry up and scurry out
Meet you
backwards through Hollywood Factory
We'll work for any creep
We're sucking in our tummies
And things are looking pretty great
Driving tractors through
And blood in his eyes
And he's looking at you, kid
As he races on by
So watch out for his hooves
They're going to kill you for sure
He's got some kind
tune that the orchestra played
But it went by me sickly and sentimental
Can I have another piece of chocolate cake
Tammy Baker's got a lot on her
more pills then Elvis
In a layer cake, half-chocolate, half-velvet
I'm listenin' to some Howe Melvin
I got too many options, there's so many toxins
Yo,
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