Lyrics:
Let me tell you where I came from
I was raised in a place called Royal Stone
The trees creak in the breeze, like the sound of the coywolf crackin'
get high in the evening sniffing pots of glue, oh, oh, oh
I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch oh, the bitch is back
Stone cold sober as a matter of fact
I can
high in the evening sniffing pots of glue, oh, oh, oh
I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch oh, the bitch is back
Stone cold sober as a matter of fact
I can
that's dying
Lyin' cheatin' to the bone
Three chord stone cold country song
I need to hear a drinking tune
Cowboys howling at the moon
In some
get high in the evening sniffing pots of glue, oh, oh, oh
I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch oh, the bitch is back
Stone cold sober as a matter of fact
I can
high in the evening sniffing pots of glue, oh, oh, oh
I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch oh, the bitch is back
Stone cold sober as a matter of fact
I can
in the evening sniffing pots of glue, oh, oh, oh
I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch oh, the bitch is back
Stone cold sober as a matter of fact
I can bitch, I
stone)
Sip henny never on patron now (Henny)
I can get very very low now (it's low)
Cause my heart just very cold now (so cold)
It be brick like 10 below
bit and breath by breath
Moving now to next
On a juggling flex
Travelling right to left
Troubling left is right
Keeping it tight with 20:20 sight
Head
on your chest at night
Acid rain
You melt the stone away
I built round my heart
Cold fall day
I take your hand
Squint in the low sun glare
Two small deer
Take a stone
Take a walk through Bona Dea
Take a drive through ol' New Mexico
Taste the cold glass bottle of sangria
As we sail down a dusty road
Take
Sailing to world’s end
To meet our crown or doom
The time of slaughter moon
The season of the mist
We’re faring in the dark
Sinking into cold night
Into
stürmt und bei Drive-bys dein Kind stirbt
Cocaine
Durch die Gasse mit dem Stone-cold Face
Peitsche Junkies mit der Rose-Gold-Chain
Aus dem Weg, hier
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
Two cold stones on a riverbed
Ripped and torn, cannot mend
Old white candles on a dusty porch
It's hard enough to notice
Harder still to react
Just a stone's throw from the center of our attention
We all fade to black
Save me from
[Hook]
Ayy
How far the coast coast coast
How dark the road road road
I will come find the clues
I'll walk by with you
And make it right for what is
rattle shakin' bones
He's a stone cold killer here to take me home
No one know where the cold wind blow
>From the mouth of mister rattle shakin' bones
I was born on a junk heap, down on Hurricane Alley
Left for dead in a suitcase by some godless shadow
Hey, that's why I'm made out of stone
And when
mind, she'll make you crave her power
Lost in her enchantment, you'll never break free, hour by hour
Her magic's strong, her touch so cold, she'll steal
Is this how it ends?
We're strangers again
It's over but you won't explain
No kiss no goodbye,not one final lie
Just cold to the bone from
I'm bustin' cans like I'm Stone Cold
I'm hella cold but wear no gold
Step up to us blud you're so bold
Slouched on the couch fuckin up my spine
in the evening
Sniffing pots of glue, oh, oh, oh
I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch
Oh, the bitch is back
Stone cold sober as a matter of fact
I can bitch, I
Pick up the pieces and roll that stone
Move that mountain you're not alone
The world's unkind the world is cold
Pick up the pieces and roll that
choice, but by curse she's bound,
Eyes that weep, yet turn to stone the ground.
"A monster," they say, "fear her gaze,"
Medusa's sorrow, lost in the maze.
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