Lyrics:
Becky was a beauty from south Alabama
Her Daddy had a heart like a nine pound hammer
Think he even did a little time in the slammer
What was I
(Fuck yo producer my beat is by Meexhie)
Haaaa, yeah
Wooh, wooh, wooh
I told myself I was gone have to stop playing with y'all man
I don't know what
ain't by mistake
If she wanna leave
Just know I ain't saving her
No I don't want no cape
Tryna feed my fam I ain't got no time I got too much on my plate
die water lê
Solank as daar iets is om te sê
Solank as wat Sarie by die Mooirivier woon
So lank sal ek in musiek kan droom
Solank die Alabama kom oor
no paper, see ya later
I'm paranoid so I keep her by the dresser
That bitch is mean, got a beam and a suppressor
I'm tryna get that cash I gotta
We were young and in love
In Alabama
But it wasn't Birmingham and it wasn't Mobile
So we were nowhere
Dreamers with a blank stare
Running lost
Meow-meow-meow-meow
We might have to sample that for the album
Hahaaaaa the cat album by the dog
Meow the Jewels meow-meow-meow-meow
Meow-meow-meow-meow
It was Brewton, Alabama at The Colonial Inn,
hot day old orange juice and vodka on a night stand,
there's a Chevy Nova with the seat burned out
Dreams are coming
And it’s coming very soon
Album Mode on reboot
We’re on our way to the moon
It’s only been a minute, but it only been a month
Album
I'm thought erasing All the bad times
That I had, raging
Facing what I have Put me out dazed and
Fazed by what I had Left me all razed in
Not crazed
festival
Not so very long ago
And the album, though well-intentioned
Not to everybody’s taste
Produced by the son of rockstar
Disappears without a trace
racing
When I'm thought erasing
All the bad times
That I had, raging
Facing what I have
Put me out dazed and
Fazed by what I had
Left me all razed in
Not
Most of my life has been hit and run
Look for me two times and the second time I'm gone
Throwing stones at your window
Hanging by my toes from
Who bold enough to challenge this deadly reportation
Of keeping MC's in a hopeless situation
No comparison, if you put the darts side by side
One will
Killa what's really good my nigga
Un casa what's really good
What's really good flee
Yo, what's really good
I got ta get on this album
I just
a man
When I met Ann, I soaked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
then ran through the alley must have been a coward
No more hit 'em up like in the old days
homies scrab with Mack 10s and AKs
that's why I roll by
penicillin
No Alabama, I ain't got no children
Shooting up racist pigs like Woodrow Wilson
I ain't really stopping 'til it's billions
I'm so chill I need some
Leaving sweet home Alabama
Got my pistols by my side
I always turn to the music
I love to hear that freebird fly
I'm leaving sweet home Alabama
With
tell by the way you (Uh, oh)
You know I would make the drive and back for you
You're so Alabama sweet
Attitude on Florida
Face on Tennessee
Carolina sexy
en traag van
werk/ chila altyd vroeg en laat vi kerk/ slatte mila by die kroeg en
jaagan net/ kakkan innie plek/ altyd so vaak en vrek/ ma vadag maakit
And crawled to my truck
I knew if I was gonna beat these aliens, I'd need distance and luck
So I sped through the muck
Until I ended up
Over by the levy, and I
strapped
It's about 5:30, rollin with a biscuit
Pump Mossburg, by my side
Buckshots roll across the floorboard
Of my suped up, four wheel drive
Yeah, later
A GOD WHEN THEY COME AROUND
THEM NIGGAS FRONTIN SHIT
LYING TO YOUR MOTHER FUCKIN FACE
THAT'S WHY I GET IT BY MYSELF
AND IT'S THE SAME WHEN I SAY GRACE
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