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Chana living legend Blessed, time, I guess I stood the test Jesus is the gas, I got too much in the tank I, told you once and I told you before That love
me who the fuck you gon' run to Check one, two (Bitch we ain't the same) I been at it for years Getting this paper, respected by peers You faking
There's a foe living among us masquerading as a friend When you stare into the flashlights you must look to comprehend For they want to keep you
then When their own brothers keep on dissing them Try and picture Justin as a little one Daddy was around but I was raised by the women them Nan,
the Champagne Dope my medication 7 grams I'm facing God is amazing Molded by the pain I see through the fame I still got my soul I still use my brain Lion
living country ain't no stranger She's a beautiful reminder of a different world She's a good ol girl She's a lover, she's a lady She's forever,
The sky is sunny side up year round Hella palm trees growing out the ground Mountains stacked for miles and miles Living life in the domesticated
only terrorist spawn The blood crusade is on A fool is at the helm The idiot-pilot of the killing machine Make god and country proud Each step
the Turkey? We need turkey 'cause it's yummy in our tummy today! Well I loaded up my F150 and drove out to the country on a mission. Camouflaged, heavily
And the holy propaganda is free He who is! who is! and is coming He shall put an end to your fear, On earth, the living! the dying! Attain the destiny
who tried to win wars and died Without them our country would be run by the Commies So every year that's what we do! [Chorus] In giving all his
not It's handshakes and whiskey shots, boy And throwing up in parking lots all by yourself But I ain't never leaving Nashville I ain't never
I like the sound Of the cars going by And the thrill in the air I like the way That the signs up ahead Say let’s go anywhere Yield to the fun Take
and she was his daughter And I was the country, we were young and I was water, I was rum I don't let her round the Thompson no more For she wanna go back
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