Lyrics:
moments just to be free
Swallow the lie just to get by
But I'm sick of this bag of feed
Try to hide but it feels like
You're caught in a landslide
When
flying away like Sparrows
Study the lost prophetic books of the bible
That recites fallen body
Energies: spiritual survival
Flying discs seen in Ezekiel 1:
By 2012 basic finance seemed dreadful
And a man who read several books in a month
Was struggling to remember and retain characters, plots and that
you more
But you'll want the same things
His perfect version of Saturday night
Will be home on the couch
And in bed by nine
When he tells you
to talk to a lady
Aight, bet, uhh sweetheart
Listen up toots I like your looks
I used to see girls like you in them girlie books
I'm losin my mind, but
with my heart and messes with my mind
Acts like Madonna but she listens to Merle
Rock my world little country girl
She wears snakeskin boots made by
with my heart and messes with my mind
Acts like Madonna but she listens to Merle
Rock my world little country girl
She wears snakeskin boots made by
is moving with authority.
Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside.
The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by
own business
someone knocked on the door the teacher said who is it
this girl walked in my imigination ran wild
she stole my heart just by the way that
to talk to a lady
Aight, bet, uhh sweetheart
Listen up toots I like your looks
I used to see girls like you in them girlie books
I'm losin my mind, but
stair,
Wet my fingers and slicked my hair,
Elbowed grandma passing by,
Her face went into a pie.
If I'm late there's misery,
I won't be up
commercial best-buy product
Like a piece of material in the supermart
Now who said the sell-out can't be real
You're justifying the book by the cover
She stole my heart just by the way that she smiled
I couldn't resist so I grabbed her butt
She said what's wrong with you fool are you some kind
She stole my heart just by the way that she smiled
I couldn't resist so I grabbed her butt
She said what's wrong with you fool are you some kind
I love sleeping in on Saturdays
And I love college football games
I love not acting my age
And good barbecue
Yeah, I'm a fan of Faulkner books
catchin' eyes off the guys when you walk by
It's Saturday night, now can you see this
And if it wasn't packed in the club it wouldn't be this good
All
didn't it?
Post graduation now just a spokesman
For unemployed blacks who ain't sadly made it
Every day was a Saturday, shit
Ain't nothing changed
on a Monday
Then I wait to live on a Saturday
Think I'll be scraping by till I'm 98
(Pray that I don't get sick and old)
And I drank too much on my payday
just go through it and blast at the same time.
She came, as in the book, Mickey Spillane
That Saturday night dark masquerade
Had filled his friend
wrong if I'm not I'm a victim
Praise be to God He will bless me cause I please Him
Follow Lucifer illuminated by the prism
Breaking up the bars like I'm
stadiums
We would get out if we knew just how with the radio on
Standing in line to get my self-help book signed off
On by the reverend who shouts
stadiums
We would get out if we knew just how with the radio on
Standing in line to get my self-help book signed off
On by the reverend who shouts
One of those Smoky Mountain days, need a
Sweatshirt in the mornin', you'll be
Ditching it by the afternoon
Puts me right back in a place, with my
town and try to slow the dough down
You must be casket-bound
'Cause I'd rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6
Nigga
I sign my name on the book
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