Lyrics:
Hi
My name is Daniel James
And this is my album, Self Talk
Thank you for listening
I really appreciate it
Right now
Whatever you're doing
Take a deep
it
See, how many times have we done this, man?
How many clique songs have you heard over
The years from the South Park Coalition?
All the way down
Back and forth down the highway doing the triple digits
I'm like Wilt wit it
I spot you 9 and like Kobe you wouldn't still get it
You'd be a dime
(pipe down)
Billin' on me, right now (right now)
She feelin' on me
We gon' see (hmm, hmm, what?)
My time is, right now (right now)
I'm in the, light
you're tired be quiet and go to sleep, hoe
(Go to sleep)
North, north, south, south, Westwood
Orange Mound nigga we be smokin' lite
Never Cha Cha Charlie
'Cause we knock 'em unconscious with that non-sense
Read in between that fine print, think about lyrical content
Then about where your time spent
Mess
'Cause we knock 'em unconscious with that non-sense
Read in between that fine print, think about lyrical content
Then about where your time spent
Mess
care 'bout nothing 'cept to get this album out dog
Fuck e'ry body in the world of this outlaw
Coming to you live from my home studio
In south side
never even called me by my name.
You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings.
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride.
And you don't have to call
And you can tell by the bodies that are left around
When some clown jumps up to get beat down
Broken down to his very last compound
See how it sounds?
never even called me by my name
You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride
And you don't have to call me
never even called me by my name
You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride
And you don't have to call me
all
weekend long.
ooh ooh ooh
ooh ooh ooh
ooh ooh ooh
Play me Sweet Home Alabama
Come on all my rowdy friends
Charlie Daniels sent the devil
down
Cowell, I can't let you ex-factors survive
Nah, the time's right and they finally limelightin' the god of this rhyme writin'
My mic can only be likened
a riddle
And fuck Charlie Daniels, I don't care if he can fiddle
I'm Satan!
"Devil went down to Georgia; he was looking for a soul to steal"
Which is
then I seen them the last time
Then selling dimes, now it's quarter keys, stacking G's
In the South Indies
My nigga them folks riding bicycles among
they know I flex wid hamudi this life we’re livings a movie and what we say we are about it
(break it down)
I hear they say the good die young but
never even called me by my name
You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride
And you don't have to call me
cowards die a thousand times
Written, mastered, produced by the same guy
I'm Dr Dre and Jay Z at the same time
Tell your girl to hurry and tell her bring
back from my classes
Or at Quals or at Little 5
But then every other time he was always by your side
I knew that something had clicked
And I was
the Alpha Dog who be holding it down
I'm still repping O, residing South Ridge
The same crazy cracker since the days we were kids
Times constantly change but
never even called me by my name
You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride
And you don't have to call me Merle
Heath mandem
Trust me, every time big
Up Charlie once again, fire in the booth
Big opportunity, ya danno 0121
Check it
Let me upon my mind and release
the lies in they lines
What lines in they eyes is fear
You hear? A coward cries when he dies
I was down now I'm up
They surprised by my rise
I've been out,
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