Lyrics:
the Brazos at Waco
I'll walk straight in old San Antone
Then the night came alive with gun fire
He knew that at last he'd been found
As the rangers
always come back
Late night Im creeping
Late night wit em demons
Adderall no sleeping
Thats a funeral each evening
Hunting ops by the season
And we
Hang it up
You're a fuckin loser
You're a drug abuser
Be the plug and user
You're a bum and user
You think you can fool her
It ain't right
This ain't
that they ever showed
On Nick at night
And denace -N- spencer would be like one less
Than a few older women, when I get them two
Men to pause and by
scorched by the sun that day
Man
We had fun that day
And at night after dark
When our bellies were full the fireflies came out for a private night show
Roll and Big Bill Broonzy
And "Really The Blues" by "Mezz" Mezzrow
And "Dharma Bums" by Jack Kerouac
Over and over again
And voices echoing late
Yo, Ye
Yo
Yo, I'm at the London, I need you to swing by, pick me up
On my way
Aight
Look, let me tell you why they call it Lambchop
'Cause
I don't like to go out in these cold nights
Bums roaming around
Guns unloading rounds for no reason
Like why do y'all like teasing
Come give me
I been losing patience
For so long I been waiting
I need some shit to pop
Off by like Tuesday night
And by 9 on Wednesday morning
If I'm not huge,
happened so quickly, so quick, by surprise
Right there in front of everyone's eyes
Greatest magic trick ever under the sun
Perfectly executed, skillfully
stoned
Been gettin' shut down by every girl in my phone
I could call me a cab, or I could bum me a ride
But there's nothin' at home but more goodbye
More
too great of distance
Damn, I like the sound of this
Sleeping on the sunroof of the ranger
Time to reminisce
Sky high
Watching stars goes fly by
Damn I
Bum burnt on sight
Sex-ercise, in my German ride
Gyal tek' time tryna buck my pipe
My circle small, virgin size
Bum burnt on sight
Sex-ercise,
on the skis (uh)
Watch your bitch at night she on her knees (grah, blaow)
Please, thirty rack always packin'
I'm on top never slackin' (ish)
Uh, Dave's entered
And before sound scan, I'm ate by the streets
You, you real funny to me
Like a drag queen with heels and a head full of weave
Talkin' about Ki's, that you
a rustler, he's gotta take a side.
There's no middle ground in this Johnson county war.
Then last night at supper time, riders stopped by chance.
They said
privileged to makin' my home from my spirit
So when you hear me it's the man with the deeper thoughts
At night I can't sleep my brain keep movin' like a body
like ? but the clown keep on wylin'
[Chorus: x2]
[Kool Keith]
The last ranger, ? yo smokey bear
Got that black night truck
With wack MC's in my
by
When around unknown eyes, my size can get swelly
If sensing danger I will play a ranger on my celly with my fellas
We're wonderful like
of his love of games
(He finished his set that night
By retreating to play
Galaga as John Mayer riffed on guitar) Now
As he spots
The original Pong, Super
Constantinople
Been a long time gone, Constantinople
Now it's Turkish delight on a moonlit night
Every gal in Constantinople
Lives in Istanbul, not Constantinople
biddy-biddy-bum
If I were a wealthy man
I wouldn't have to work hard,
Daidle deedle daidle
Daidle daidle deedle daidle dumb
If I were a biddy-biddy rich,
biddy-biddy-bum
If I were a wealthy man
I wouldn't have to work hard
Daidle deedle daidle
Daidle daidle deedle daidle dumb
If I were a biddy-biddy rich
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
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