Lyrics:
fuck with these niggas, too old for new friends.
But never too rich for new money.
These niggas buying hatorade by the twelve pack.
Like two stomachs.
asked her just how she could know all this
And she just patted my hand and gave me a kiss
And in a voice so low and mild
She said I talked with Jim
paid
To walk on the wild side
Welcome to our life
Come take a little walk with me through my neighbourhood
And come spend a day in my trap
Get your
shit was gone by the next morning
Young wild nigga runnin' with me
Homicide wasn't nothing to us
Dead body wasn't nothin' to see
That pistol play was
shit was gone by the next morning
Young wild nigga runnin' with me
Homicide wasn't nothing to us
Dead body wasn't nothin' to see
That pistol play was
Shades of night are falling and I'm lonely
Standing on the corner feeling blue
Sweethearts out for fun
Pass me one by one
Guess I'll wind up like
Shades of night are falling and I'm lonely
Standing on the corner feeling blue
Sweethearts out for fun
Pass me one by one
Guess I'll wind up like
Finding my way i dont ask for no help
Living my life with the hand i was dealt
Buckled up like a belt
Went through some pain
Cant explain what i felt
My
an all-star line up
Like none I'd ever seen
Roger Miller opened the show with Bob Wills and his Texas Playboys
Followed by Webb Pierce followed by Hawkshaw
Uggh
On the real I want to see all my Jim's win for life
Fuck smiling part time I wanna see yall grin for life
They say that your biggest treasure
by while I disabuse
I'm satisfied to stay the ride, this living on island blues
On Island Blues
Living on Island Blues
Well I know it all seems
Never seem to crash
Yeah
Associated with the cash
Never try to switch sides
Never chasing ass
Keep it going with the flows
Never try to lag
Cause I'm
The cadillacs stood by the house
And the yanks they were within
And the tinker boys they hissed advice
'Hot-wire her with a pin'
So, we turned
arrive drivin' with knives, high on Fridays
You could try for days but never do it my way
Inside my rhymes is brewin, the emcees is gettin ruined
Blue in
and down the house blows
(Cover your scars with your leather if that's what you choose)
(Alone by yourself you'll be singing the blues- blues, blues
(yep)
My momma knew I was (was)
Everything I knew I was, I was destined for greatness
I knew I would be rescued by greatness (uh huh)
My first album
DON'T THINK I DON'T LOVE YOU
(Dallas Frazier)
« © '66 Blue Crest Music »
Your old cheatin' heart has finally caught you
A thousand times I told
down (tell 'em girl)
Ay yo, my rolls be Liberace
And my bedroom is off the hook all day, designed by Versace
Y'all just watch me, this is how I blow
There's always some scribe
Who's taken the bribe
Describing some Gentleman Jim
Who says he's in love with a beautiful girl
But she don't care about him
Say
by any means
I hate being fine tryna climb to supreme
With a dime & a dream
And whatever's gonna fly in between
So it's mines that I lean and it's
Malcolm Little with a ink pen
A long way from Malcolm-Jamal Warner living
No Theo Huxtable I hustle for my living
Never had to fit in in
The survival
living in hell
But I've been blue since Sandra Bland was murdered in jail
And we know black and browns ain't living as well
All things ain't pink brah
gets old
This is the paradise, and it never
Yeah
Living on a paradise island, with my crew by my side
Feeling the good vibes, and we're all feeling alive
my heart everywhere with my blue sweater
Living a life in a new city every night
When there's an empty side of the bed where I lie
A million miles
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