Lyrics:
vocals combine with a Colt
They playin' this in every club, whip, party and bar you in
Give you more blood clots than two Jamaicans arguin'
Sweat till
till our vocals combine with a Colt
They playin this in every club, whip, party and bar you in
Give you more blood clots than two jamaicans arguin
we're all just trying to get by
So won't you sing a little "Dixie a country boy can survive"
It's a way of life in the country that ain't ever going
the commercial breaks
I’d dub a little country over daddy’s rock and roll
Mixtaping the radio
It's more than just a plastic case, probably ain’t worth a thing
pretending just play it by the book.
I realistically don't give a.
I hit it like a fucking sledgehammer,
How they cannot see that baffles me.
I'm bringing
fluently strung
You fought more than the cancer and you were doing it calm
'Til the day you left the family that you were among
And you went to the One who
of pay
If future generations mean so little to the right
Feels about time that we had a general strike
So raise your voice and take to the streets
If you
I am
Amen, give a damn from the country
That's just the way I am
Yeah, I might cuss a little more than I probably should
I'm a poor man's
There's a sunny little country south of Mexico
Where the winds are gentle and the waters flow
But breezes aren't the only things that blow
In El
I got fortunes of heaven in diamonds and gold
I got bonds, baby, that the banks can't hold
I got houses 'cross the country, honey
End to end
more child-nations than Skittles got colors
All birthed from the rich womb of Alkebu-lan
Even my outhouse produces flowering countries
My loins are
a date with a pretty little thing and I'll be markin' afternoon
No want more than anybody else just takes more for me to get along
It's a great life if
but it's sold by white faces
And we get more trouble than the water that we wade in
But they brought education
Right
Our gold is what they're taking
Cali girl will melt more than my popsicle
All my life I've trying to be famous
Got a little taste and I wish that I could give it back
I just don't want
the Lord more than he could tell
He was a simple man, with no fortune or fame
Just a Christian man, he lived down a country lane
He was wise beyond his
to compare experiences
And they were telling me that when
You walk around in South Africa
You gotta carry this little
Black book with you
Tells everyone
that stuff they can keep all that bling
I'd rather wear some beat up old hand me down clothes that's used
Than have that overpriced China made name brand
country, our people is more than we’re granted
The tele is fake, it’s telling you stories
Your fears are rising and waking your worries
As soon as you see
a metahuman more powerful than
Any we've encountered the Enchantress
…and after the info screen on Enchantress
She possesses June’s body by entering as
A mist
are stronger than you!"
(Thugs) everybody knows it, it is obvious
You are completely ruled by
The finance sector (Thugs)
Voting for the laws ordered by
Dear Mr devil i am the greatest thief there
Has ever been on Earth
Please tell me who else more
Than me personifies your work
I came to power in
dancing around and around in the hall.
Well a little girl sits down by the Christmas tree lights,
To play the piano so you gotta keep quiet,
To hear
girl, unholier than thou is you.
I won't be fooled again by the cross that you wear
Cause I can feel that passion in the way that you stare
Reckless
the sky i’m exhausted
It costs more to maintain a marriage than
To buy a good looking whore
So I’ma give money to a slut and then I’ll
Finally get what
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