Lyrics:
talk of mental
Illness on the album at one
Point in the track "Sunday, " you and
Frank Ocean rap in unison
"What good is West Coast weather if you're
[misspellings from album]
You you ya-you
You're a Yellow Hammer
from North Dakota
Down to Alabama
the tip of Texas
to the top of Montana
you you
tons of ants up in Alabama
Ten cats sleeping that a mother frickin cats pajama
My moms mom is a mother frickin great old grandma
Orange carbonation
to the church of Spaghetti Monsters
Get down on my knees and worship the god of pasta
Should I buy a gun today
No
Should I have some fun today
No
Should I own
on
The big screen then hit every trap and traveled on
Past, present to Texas to Alabama strong
(I'm tha King)
Down in Miami, up to Louisiana homes
From
hard to beat
As the stranger knew then the toughest two by far were where he sat
Was a pot belly fellow from south Alabama and a dude in a black felt
Mark it as another project in the books
Another album where I wrote all of the verses and hooks
A fuckin comeback, one album after another
Producing
I was sprinting through the
Woods down in Alabama
Only me and the crickets' violins
My footsteps slammin' violent, like hammers
I'd been runnin'
verbals & graphic grammar
My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm & Hammer
All across the planet niggas crumble like
Let's go down to Alabama
Let's go see my dear old mama
Fryin' eggs and cookin' hammy
That's what I like 'bout the South
She's got baked ribs
say home is where you hang your hat
But it's hard when you a music man
Gotta give my heart and soul every night to another fan
From Alabama out
beautifully articulated
Demonstrated by the never faded strong facial feature
of the teacher, I am the teacher, you can check it
The styles they're
might have an album
'Til then, just keep on shoutin'
From the top of your mountain
It feels great
'Til one day you have the urge to create
And people hate
Going back to Alabama
Now that I've learned the thing too
Life with me ain't been so easy
But I've got some living yet to do.
'Cause a man who walks
STARS FELL ON ALABAMA |NEAR THE ROCKY SHOALS|IN A CASKET FACTORY|WHERE THEY FOUND THE SOUL||SEE THAT SKINNY BOY THERE|DRINKING HIM A COKE|DIDN'T WE
Silkk the Shocker.
This shit go out to all y'all gangsta niggaz and gangsta bitches
(soldiers) from Richmond (Atlanta) Down South (Alabama)
to the East
the photo album
You remember all the good old days? K Swiss and Polo down
And Mama had to put the down payment by herself
And nobody even tried to help,
to Indiana
(Boy) I was lyin' I was down in Alabama!
(Girl) You said you had some business you had to complete
(Boy) What I was doin' I would be a cad
and kick it wit' me for a minute
Y'know what I'm sayin', come and ride wit' ya boy man, Hey!
Y'all ready know what it is, hey,
We gone swing by some
This song it was written down
In a pea green windowless room
Four o'clock and the TV's dead
Wired up with nothin' to do
I drunk all my whiskey I
verbals & graphic grammar
My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm & Hammer
All across the planet niggas crumble like
alley tormented by mind
Dodgin' the (Tech.. 4x N9ne.. 4x)
Now here's the message
Liberate me, Chocolatate'
Take 'em and rock now play
Do the fuck
ain't gotta lay down on your bed to know you already fucked up
Lettin' me in the motherfuckin' game is lettin' me drunk-drivin' your truck
When Yelawolf
, down, down, down, down
Twice the pride, double the fall
How can a messenger of God
Become unflawed
Perfected by affiliation
Pride is nurtured under
.jpg/300px-The_Blind_Boys_of_Alabama_Cosmopolite_2018_(202624).jpg "The Original Five Blind Boys of Alabama")
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