Lyrics:
written and composed by Ben Kohn Tom Barnes Gavin Jones
Peter Kelleher T. Jay
See I know it's been a while
Since I've been feelin' dry
I can tell
Over here by the railroad track
And I wish to the Lord that I was back in Georgia
Blue water in the Indian sun,
Calling me when the day is done
Year's day with a crowds slide
All the way to new years eve
Drink ma beer, blow my green
Touchin' in a state of mind
In this here great state of mine
Georgia with it
Last verse, did you get it? Nah
Never mind, just throw that cash in a duffle
As I'm on my Hollywood shuffle
Eatin' your dollar truffles,
to the right Now
Georgia pie roll it up from my mind now Ain't no time for no flights but we fly around
Excuse me this is my round Big dog smokin That strong
Funny to see a ghetto nigga so classy
Enchanted by women who speak nasty
Tip toeing to court, went there for the past week
Leaning on my lawyer
I HEARD THE NEWS,
THERE`S GOOD ROCKIN` TONIGHT.
GONNA HOLD MY BABY by the hand.
TONIGHT SHE`LL KNOW I`M A MIGHTY MAN.
I HEARD THE NEWS,
I used to get bullied by kids
That went to my school
I had every FUBU shirt that I
Could match with my shoes
I was skinny and awkward
I dyed my hair
not saying that I was depressed
But I have found my joy
A sweet breeze blows, my heart beat slows
And I'm smiling
I'm finding peace of mind
Oh oh oh I
Can't free my mind, when you feel like home,
It's hard to know when its goodbye,
Or to know the reasons why,
Did I say the things, that meant the most,
Circling back to the point about Jones losing his mind
That they'd harm us with aerosolized particulate matter
Sprayed from the sky
Look up my man Widdington
know my face
When I pass by betcha girl'll wave "Hey!"
They feelin my dougies
Fresh like dougie
But not dougie fresh
Dougie Z
I'm thuggin
And you
written and composed by Ben Kohn Tom Barnes Gavin Jones
Peter Kelleher T. Jay
See I know it's been a while
Since I've been feelin' dry
I can tell
Big Benjamin's, my etiquette
Black shades on, black excellence
Big ego, yea settlin'
Turn the lights on, Tom Edison
Oh, we on we on like we are
not even have a mouth
Columbus, Georgia, said they'd lock me up
If I got on the stage in my show and said "Fuck"
So I thought for a minute and said
My summer was long
My summer was in Georgia
My summer was nice
Nice like California
In Spring I was gon'
Gon' to California
But now I'm back home
I got my mind on Dixie
I've got ramblin' in my shoes
Merle, he's a-drinkin' that free bubble-up
And eatin' that rainbow stew
Now Jones ain't playin'
not even have a mouth
Columbus, Georgia, said they'd lock me up
If I got on the stage in my show and said "Fuck"
So I thought for a minute and said
Funny to see a ghetto nigga so classy
Enchanted by women who speak nasty
Tip toeing to court, went there for the past week
Leaning on my lawyer pinky
dem ones building businesses and flying private
I didn't get to where I'm at now by staying silent
But I did stack my paper up at the perfect timing
Never Never but I might though
Never Never but I might though
Id never be the side note
Never never
Never never
Where to find
Got so much on my mind
grinding influentially
Put that on my mothers yeah we getting it by any means
Put that on my mothers yeah we getting it by any means
Put that on my mothers
ring
Got my heart on a fucking rugged sleeve
Got jones feet running till they bleed
Welcome to Kai world double the money
Congruency got rings on like
Constipated Monkeys gettin to the point quick
Like my man Apache said: yo, get off (MY DICK!)
[ VERSE 2 ]
It's like that and - ah
Didn't go to Georgia, took
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