Lyrics:
these streets I love the lane that I walk. Give me the money keep the fam y'all lost, keep the fam y’all lost
They steady scheming, on the lord I'll be
Throw me a twenty in the tip jar
I'll sing you some Rambling Man
Make it a fifty and I'll even play a little Lynyrd Skynyrd some Sweet Home Alabam
If we
Scattered through my mental
Acoustics in my chamber
Just endanger instrumental
Fundamental rhythms are symbols
Of eternal power get devoured by my infinite
I feel the flow in my mind, feel like stylin now
But this feels lit don't need another pow
All the shawties look at me, say they like it
Feel like
more
So I'll keep
Sitting here by myself
Playing these sad acoustic love songs
And I hope I can find the courage to sing the words
All on my own
see I'm a preacher
Give me six strings to teach ya
Cause I ain't just hanging around
Cause sinners like me
We're taught by the Chief
And I'll never turn
But nowadays, you know I'm snappin', motherfucker
The Game told me we was just some rappin' motherfuckers
Word to Compton, all the way
glass, let's all have some fun
Love is nice when it's understood
Even nicer when it makes you feel good
You got me trippin' why our love is old
Come
?
Knowing that...knowing you're around
Nothing can...nothing'll bring me down
Hummin' along
Radio song
Feelin' that nothin' can go wrong
After Revolver,
it is, East West all day
I go by the name of- ahh don't worry 'bout that
(All around the world) Come take a trip, ma
(All around the world) Come
rock and roll the acoustic guitar
Was the only way I had of becoming a star
I knew it recognized and traveling around
But they won't play my record in
out here tryna make the last play
Now get it half way, while you out here stuck in last place
From my past it make me think that you undercover (Mhm)
Remember me? The brother who said, 'black is black'
You can come by request, I don't play, I don't dress
Get emotions off your chest, we are black, we
surrounded by an acoustic smog
Taking breath to resist this malicious disease
Cholera/Mor
to you, and here's to me
Let's raise a glass to what may be
We shared a smile, we shed a tear
We let all cares disappear
Tomorrow we are who we are
Tonight
attempting to Muster up testosterone
Can't perform embarrassed by the Size of their units
Whiskey dick kentucky fried fat Fucking fuck
Chumps
To me it all
We're all fans call me cousin Macka
I dunno but it feels so easy, coastal kids who just sing in the sea breeze
Who am I to judge we just kick it it's
I think you’ve got me all wrong
Every time you try make sense of this situation
I think you’ve got me all wrong
Every time you read into my
put an end to all of your grievances
Solve world peace, lil nigga
Boy, this shit really slap, on every volume like it was raised by Smack
In
the world when we're together
Ain't nobody else can make my life seem better
Dream of her at night and I speak of her all day
But when she comes around I
jump jacks
My big bro Frankie got a Porsche
My little brother Taco got a Beemer
If you see 'em around me, they eatin'
We all good, it's like FEMA
Prison Bed Blues - Acoustic music and lyrics by Jeffrey Robert Adams
2000, 2013 Jeffrey Robert Adams
℗ 2013, 2020 Bucketstomp Productions
All
the people around us are doing
We just vibin' till the end, we listening to acoustics Ain't nobody gonna judge you by the way that you're moving
Let me get
of the Rasqiniaans
Who have seen the 3rd suns
I am like Milton Milankovich
Who outline the theory of ground philosophies
Messiah of all biblical tablets
Watch how
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