Lyrics:
ahha ahha
Wasted by your own son
Wasted in the break of down
But if you kill John Wayne I'll kill Mary Chain
Wanted in your own skin
So come on!
Ahha
a come up, this is really awesome
I wear your granddad's clothes, I look incredible
I'm in this real big coat from that thrift shop down the road
I
not careful I'll be humbled like the rest
Paul was knocked off of his high horse hard (Go)
Humbled on the road to Damascus by the Lord (Go)
Why do you
"Yes, Sir," "Yes, Ma'am" or "Jesus" on FM
Hell, I hope I'm in Heaven by then
No, I don't wanna go today but I don't wanna live
Down here at a place
snake
When you travel down this road it make the real heart cold
I be sliding when I'm riding pistol right beside me
Dusse in my cup cuz I don't wanna be
It started March of sixty-four
Many years ago
We were hired by Johnny Cash
To open up his show
Four boys, a worn out Cadillac
With a road map
Malyons road Sunday morning
Embrace every moment, Life was never boring
You Watched me grow like the leaves on stem
Whenever we were down, roughly 10 past
on borrowed time
But you can’t escape the bottom line
I was right by his side on Sunday evening
When the past caught up with John Henry Weaving
He hit the road
on the inside, and on your blindside
Shoot you right between your motherfuckin' eyebrows
Ooh, kill 'em, it's that Carter 5, let me get 'em
I'm feeling like John
Broski got to go in
She slyly text
She wants in
Not by the hair
Of my chinny chin chin
Bust down watch
Turn beast like Ben 10
Did roads done
That's how
About Uncle John
Oh Lord, who's gonna tell it
Who's gonna live in the house
Right down by the side of the road
Who's gonna stand up in heaven
departments
Grade 1 first time expelled, that's how most of it started
Painting a picture of my past like it was made by John Martin
Always felt pain like my
I'll be back
I'm walkin' down this winding road, feels like I'm floatin'
Slow motion on the coast of the ocean (That's a nice view, man)
Its
called friends, are leading you down the wrong road
Leading you back to crack, it's a known fact
It is time, that you need me, I'll be there, to help ya
(Hook)
I hope you know that I expected you
To doubt
Been down this road so I know my
Way around
Looking surprised I know what you thinking
Now
You had
fuck a mic check
Bring em round the underground, pocket full of sound
Ashes to ashes y'all niggaz goin down
Eat shit and die slow, battle ground
called friends, are leading you down the wrong road
Leading you back to crack, it's a known fact
It is time, that you need me, I'll be there, to help ya
drivin' down the roads (yeah)
I'm goin' down the same road, as I was before (c'mon)
Yeah I'ma come back for more (c'mon)
I'ma come back for more, watch how
mobties we onna roll
Can't fw no hams you done when you break the code
I was really down bad got off my ass and hit the road
I was down in last couldn't
feels he is being watched by more than just the curious deer
nd west Texas highway transients
t dawn, he begins to feel the first nearly imperceptible
can find me on the corner, I spit
I love life, but I'm really getting over all of it
So I'ma keep on, keep walking down this road
Eyes closed because
Pankam, Chattano, Bullock, Flaaaak Rougin' Road boy, home selector, John John, your big man How we ass it?
on that road
I've been runnin' on that road
Waiting for the pack to touch down
Picked out all the snakes
I look around and it's just us now
Get inside my
of Louisiana
c driver run the red light and run bikers down
On their Harley Davidson to the Bayou Saloon
The biker's groom
Get up oh oh
Get up now
Get up oh oh
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