Lyrics:
and waiting
And the rope is oscillating
He'll get such a banging, banging
Followed by a hanging, hanging
Here am I, up on high
On the house, keeping
in '71
When we still knew John Lennon
By '81 she'd bought the flat
By then she lost her Jersey Cat
She painted, she plastered, she fixed it good
In
Of that long lost dream
To satisfy Jeannine
Now she's gone from me
Moved away from the old neighborhood
And I'm certain
She's gone for good
hand-me-down, Vintage, not brand new
They're salvaged, recycled, reclaimed, recovered, discovered by someone new
They're unique and treasure to me, the newest
And what I do because I'm in demand,
Because I look good.
Do you hear, my man?
And if you can't take that, you chump your old hand.
One girl at a time get
you want some more
I can dig deep in it till that kitty cat sore
Fit like a glove so you know it's tight
Long as you by my side everything's all right
looked good but you know I can't say that so I)
Shook hands with the guy you brought by
(The way you looked at him made me feel like I was going to die)
though, but ya ass better not get caught (fah-fah-fah-fah-fah)
Got .50s, .30s, switches every pole, ya dig?
Brand new money, blue notes fallin' out my
on down to my house honey, I need your company
Tom cat sittin' on the railroad track
Well he hollered at the Mama cat, she answered back
Bring it on down
up by the devil as he looks and he smiles
Good at the game of tricknology
But I have knowledge of myself you're not fooling me
You see the answer
Slayed are those who fell victim to the bite
A drug controlled substance, contained in a vial
Set up by the devil as he looks and he smiles
Good
of the lake
Some jump
I got sunk, baptized on credit
Fishin' down on th' muddy bank
Felt a pull an' give a big yank
I holed out three old rubber boots
A Ford
of the lake
Some jump
I got sunk, baptized on credit
Fishin' down on th' muddy bank
Felt a pull an' give a big yank
I holed out three old rubber boots
and just before they went under
They could hear that old man laughing
In a voice as loud as thunder
And that's been fifty years ago
And you can go by
Back in the San Juan Mountains again
On a ride with some good old boys
Telling stories around a campfire
The sound of laughter is the loudest noise
Carefree and all of those old sounds ringing true
It didn't take too long to say good bye to my youth
A young man with spiky hair and brand new combat boots
hat
But your white dress, gold band, silver frame and photograph
Stayed behind the welcome mat
I never really liked your cat
This old house is
Yeah man, we good to throw down
Got my demo, man
To blow up in this rap game, man
Aw man, ain't that
DJ Superfly over there, man?
He work up
on that good, yeah
Now I can't remember
All that bullshit, I took it way too serious
Goin full swing, I can't miss
2020 in my rearview
Let it pass me by
of days to
Save me from my sins
I'd spend them drinking
You know, God forgives
The good old wicked game
Everybody loves
I just need somewhere to hide
mess yes let's it poppin' y'all,
Am I fazed by em not at all,
'Cause haters don't know dick if they don't posses the cock n balls,
This is Egypt,
The next half hour was the same old thing
My mother buying me clothes from 1963
And then she lost her mind and did the ultimate
I asked her for Adidas
And what I do because I'm in demand,
Because I look good.
Do you hear, my man?
And if you can't take that, you chump your old hand.
One girl at a time
by degrees
Never take a woman who is short and thick
Never take a woman who is short and thick
She'll have you hunting lions with
A little old walking
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