Lyrics:
Today I went to Major Matt's
To remaster my old album
And on the L train in the morning
I was pretty sure I saw Will Oldham
He was wearin' the same
slow
She caking that's fa sho but just know I'm in album mode
I don't need to say my name yeah they know
You can tell just by the flow that I'm geeking
Going to the top, not wearing my Tracksuit top wearing suede shoes with lv socks
On my chain there's a cross
Why the hell not?
When the album drops
Going to the top, not wearing my Tracksuit top wearing suede shoes with lv socks
On my chain there's a cross
Why the hell not?
When the album drops
That she won tickets to see
The Chili Peppers play
On Ellis Island
And it was for the release
Of their new album
By the Way
And she won the tickets
By
night, my baby by my side
"Sweet Home Alabama" and a six pack of Light
An old dirt road and I'll be just fine
Give me a Sunday morning that's full
night, my baby by my side
"Sweet Home Alabama" and a six pack of Light
An old dirt road and I'll be just fine
Give me a Sunday morning that's full
a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, UHHHHH!
Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, UHHHHH!
Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta
Grew up in the ghetto, raised by
stuff
I can see by the look in her eyes
This country boy's getting lucky tonight
The party's on (party's on)
The party's on (party's on)
The party's
Thomas was a champion
No one can deny that
He led the Alabama Crimson Tide
In all time total sacks
But his heart was even bigger
Than all his natural skill
around some powerful stuff
I can see by the look in her eyes
This country boy's getting lucky tonight
The party's on (party's on)
The party's
tonight
Pennsylvania, can you see the light?
From Chicago, to Indiana
From Mississippi, to Alabama
Louisiana, even Texas
Females, call me sexist
Richard frost
By: jimmy buffett
Richard frost left alabama heading west to find his fame
Only got to oklahoma and that's where he changed his name
By now in New York City
There's snow on the ground
And out in California
The sunshine's falling down
And, maybe down in Memphis
Graceland's all
freakin' by a garbage can
The next young freak, I met was Red
I took her to my house and she gave me head
She like blowin' dicks, is all she said
down the wrong road
And living by the wrong code
And chasing after dreams that don't come true
Looking for the right signs
And riding on the white
Valentine's
Ten in New York, it's nine Alabama time
Moved to A-T-L, the whole East Atlanta mine
Billion dollar deal, I signed on the dotted line
Gucci 'bout
and lovers pass by
Smiling and joking
But they don`t know the fool I was
Why should they care what was lost
What was broken?
But if I call, I know
Dammit I show flows and poke holes that's supposed to be yo'z
Seekin my haters and in a dark alley tourmented by mine
Dodgin the [tech 4x N9ne 4x]
Now
verbals & graphic grammar
My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm & Hammer
All across the planet niggas crumble like
leave a
Pack of your favorite smokes
And we’d take the by-ways to
South Alabama and run those great big
Hills to the great big blue
You sound like you’re
up by 6am
up by 6am
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Here we go (Alabama's own buddy)
Promenade (And I'm in a zone now)
Everybody (Bringing them home baby)
To the stage, Slick Ricky Bobby in
where the wind don't die
We even try to bake the cake or pie
????, bust on by for my niggas incarcerated
Where you gotta do life or get your
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