Lyrics:
afraid at our snarls
Thank God we didn't get beat by the Red Hot Karls
I care about culture of my squad
But after praccy I'm a really need to stretch my
Tre-Eight Snub it, and don't think nuttin' of it
It's the way of the wolves, it's how they train us to move
Get it poppin' when we shoppin' niggas hold down
it, and don't think nothin' of it
It's the way of the wolves, it's how they train us to move
Get it poppin' when we shoppin' niggas hold down the two's
I'd play the Red River Valley
And he'd sit in the kitchen and cry
Run his fingers through seventy years of livin'
Wonder, "Lord, has every well
the gates of hell.
Don't be afraid to turn to me babe if he don't treat you well."
And by he, he meant me, so I laughed and I shook his hand.
He laughed
the best
But another situation put me to the test
A man in black pants, a white shirt, and a red vest
Had fallen on the track and no one even got depressed
the night
Bring me another bottle
There is no end in sight go!
We'll get drunk on a plane
We'll get drunk in a train
We'll get drunk on a bus
In alcohol we
the energy
Blaze down the road, like pray seen by a centipede
80, 90, 100, the Civic be really straining
Roaring like a lion or ancient blender breaking
Hair
till we're asked to leave by security
Cause you loving and I'm loving you
Way to heavy under influence
And we're dancing in the tv room
Spilled the box
get by ‘cause
I hate Monday
I hate Sunday
I hate the feeling of a crowded 2 train
You can’t trust me
You disgust me
I don’t care ‘bout your opinion so
Shivers rush down my spine, hoodie laces tied, wishing for you by my side
I'm too drunk and my sight is crumbling
Memories of your smile come to mind,
of wheel, and
It's parked right out in the back
It's called the DRUNK TANK
And it's hell on tracks!
We're having trouble walking
So I guess we better drive.
A soldier rides on a train to Tennessee
And half asleep he dreams it isn't a dream
With each flick of the wheels a new face goes by
With each face he
THE MONEY TRAIN
ALL ABOARD THE MONEY TRAIN
I got that Honda coupe parked outside
Niggas seen a red bullet when ya guy Drives by
Skkrrrrrtttttt
Back on my
and now the stick in the air
On the last train home yo I don't wanna be there
I just pretend I'm on my phone son, tall dark and lonesome
Ball park
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
the mountains
But I'm distracted by that urban rain
I must hurry to catch my train
Train's a rolling, train's a rolling, train's a rolling
With all that gold
drunk bastard
Here, take your keys, go boozin' up Gratiot
I hate you guys, you ain't my friends
Look what you just did to my mom's eight by tens
Now
me get back to it
Hold lot of loud and a lil bag would, whole lotta money big tip by wood
I put it on a train little engine could BITCH!!!
Girl
to the front
I wanna see you shake it baby shake it for The One
By the end of the night, skinny jeans gon' bust
Cause you way too drunk and the club going up
Way
[CHORUS:]
Let's get fucked up
Let's get high let's get drunk
Let's get fucked up
We got that weed that ain't no punk
Let's get fucked up
Let's get
I played the red river valley
And he'd sit out in kitchen and cry
And run his fingers through seventy years of livin'
I wonder Lord has ever, well
to the house by the seaside
Where I know no one around
I should get drunk by daylight
Take the next train southbound
Slowly watching the hills rise
As I seek my
why don't we just rob a fucking train.
We go hard, you're Deadwood, I'm Billy the Kid, don't step foot, in my line of sight, you'll get took, by
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