Lyrics:
and the kitchen clean
Two young people in an old fashioned town
they got together when the cafe closed
And the Tennessee moon came out
They drove down
they wanna see you make it, but I heard they hatin on the low
That’s why I did it my own way, that’s why I did it my own
I drove to the chi to meet with
from the south side for a fight
Five on two, an easy night
Well Johnny pulled his knife and one went down
Then he caught a train right out of town
I
they walk down the street
Yeah.
He's just a rich old man
He never cared for anyone
He likes to count his possessions
He's been a miser from penny one
He
in the bank (yea)
Shawty what you drank?
I still remember them nights under the street lights
Fiends don't give a damn, they want who got
incredible
Still use the same words I did as a ten-year-old
I'm gettin' better though, I'm rippin' every live show
Pushin' over hipsters actin' like they
drinking Stillhouses by the red cup
I count a million cash, then say "Bless up"
I'm poppin' right now, fuck a next up (ayy)
I don't know, it just came
Spend one night with an old guy
And you'll never go back to the boys
Spend one night with an old guy
Let the little boys go play with their toys
I'm
too mean to die
And they'll be comin' down from Kansas
and from west Arkansas
It'll be one great big old party like you never saw
Uncle Slayton's
got pregnant she broke up with me
She packed all her bags and drove back to Boise
She said she still loved me but needed her family
And I was like,
Johnny Cash is dead
And Bob Dylan's busy
This story I'm about to tell
They'd tell it better than me
But Johnny Cash is dead
And Bob Dylan's busy
So
the new kid in the new school
I ain't too fond of the new school
I'm an old soul in a young man
Bump Johnny Cash when I cruise through
Two cokes still
Panama red, holdin' 52 hands for ransom
My man Johnny Handsome, itchin' to cancel 'em
I'm like hold up, wait a minute, let's get down to business
We
a barn
I get the Chattahoochee coochie I'm the hollars Elvis Presley
Even when I'm fat and old Dixie chicks is gonna dig me
I'll be somewhere on a boat
the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover
For a sailor it's always a bother in life
It's so lonesome by night and by day
'Til he launch
quarter and a Dixie cup of Marijuana
My biggest problems acting ghetto screaming what's popping
Drunk off champagne they serve us when we started shopping
I
the crash
And I can see it's all about cash
And they got the nerve to hunt down my ass
And treat me like a criminal
Yeah, it is what it is and that's how it
know this springboard feels like a bed of nails, but it's something we can't be without
And now they've whittled a whole crowd down, to just two
But
the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover
For a sailor it's always a bother in life
It's so lonesome by night and by day
'Til he launch
taught me as a kid
He had plenty of quirks
One of them was playing exactly two songs by Johnny Cash on his battered phone
As we hiked on the gravelly
in love, how can you blame me
When I am falling as hard as the first time
We drove down this boulevard
I'll still love you when we're old, more than
my rhyme and get the hell away
Just last week when I was walking down the street
I observed this lovely lady that I wanted to meet
I walked up to her
Day before my birthday me and my cousin Dave
Drove his truck down to the border
And we hitchhiked the rest of the way
Down through Mexico
In
featuring Deadly Venoms
[Kurupt]
DV....
DV..
Yo we trying to make the cash ya'll without a doubt
Representing both coasts
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