Lyrics:
dine
Started music, lost my homies, took that as a sign
Told me I'm just sum white kid from a town in Alabama
(Alabama)
Hopped up in a studio and I
on the highway
64 riding by getting high what can we say
Pulled up on her best smoke in the wind
My 64 sitting low she couldn't wait to get in
Offer the blunt she
Girl, so I was stuck in the house
All by myself during quarantine
Fucking around making music
I was like I'm gonna call myself
Quay Quay the Bae,
after you
Listen what I'm saying to you Run
Run Devil Run
By a swamp in Alabama in the cold in the damp
Sitting reading by the light of a kerosene
Ratin latent, and perpetratin
My album's love mics, tough like dirt bikes
You get frantic, New York City, run and panic
California, I switch
Alabama's
Try to make her migrate
But she staying with the cameras
I said all I really need is
My beats and my brothers
By the sea rolling tree
We got
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
I'm just tryin to get mine you best get yours so what you hatin for
Verse 1: Master P
Pop the lock on the benz with the keys
To high to see his
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
Correction of my answer
No press lil homie
I am Alabama
Born to be an OutKast of society
That's why I outlast these tired fiends
Scorpius lash out with fire
North of Mobile, yeah, it’s not too far
By an old cotton field where you can park your car
The beer’s always cold, it’s all you can drink
And it
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
niggas talkin' about stick talk
When they tryna lit up on tic tok
We the best in the league Alabama
Tryna find a way from Sac to Atlanta
I put a grapevine
Most niggaz want titles and they, rap for fame
I'm the Ghetto Bill gangsta, best hustling in the rap game
Homies run they mouth in the hood like Jose
I cross the Green Mountain
I sit by the stream
Heaven blazing in my head I
I dreamed a monstrous dream
Something came up
Out of the sea
Swept
and comsumers 'cause we had athis lil city down in
Alabama Boomin' so we just do it
Did it like Nike
And even wit this wifebeater on
I still got somethin up my
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
and Arkansas
Maine, Alabama, and Panama
All mixed together and having a ball
Yeah, we went out last night
One thing started leadin' to another
Out last
CHRISTMAS TIME
I GET A CARD FROM BILLY AND CAROLINE
AND IT TAKES ME BACK IN TIME TO ?
Repeat chorus
Words & Music by Larry Wayne Clark
in music
Over the last decade
WEST: I wasn't even nominated for Best
Album this year this year
I only got two nominations
By the Grammys: for
Best Rap
Oh, oh, oh DJ Khaled!
Konvict Music
We the best (yeah) we takin' over, listen!
Aye, aye started in Atlanta, then I spread out wit' it
South
is adored by the world
This album has some lovely samples of
Beatles music it has, for instance
Eight new titles wrought by the incomparable
John
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
Left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I'd left Kingston
With my guitar under my coat
I hitchhiked all
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
I left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I'd left Kingston
With my guitar under my coat
I hitchhiked
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