Lyrics:
Ravana, I am pleased by your devotion.
Ask me for a Boon
Oh Lord,
I wish to own your Aathmalingam.
I have performed this penance to obtain it from you.
she ain't really slick
I'm really like covid I'm sick with the shits
Driving down the street and we out in oak ridge
Fuck all your feelings I'm burning
and after that you will be righteous folk by
Repenting before committing the sin
One from among them said, Do not kill Joseph, but if you must do something,
Watch him do designer drugs by the gram, get what they asked for
Life be action packed but don't nothin' distract from the cash flow
Dope boy fashion,
I don't wanna be on Lord of the Mics with shit MC's, nah bro, I'm above that
Using my name for a dead bit of fame, tryna get up in the game, yeah
say (uh)
I admit I can't spell for shit
I admit that all I hear is hits (oh)
I admit that I couldn't read the teleprompter
When the Grammy's asked
I'm clean without a single soul to tell
Oh River Woman how I miss you
And that little live oak hut next to the pines
But I'm never coming back
To fight
Closest ones to me want to see me in a box
Is it jealousy or am I cursed by the gods
My son's mother don't know when or where to start
All
, RubberBand boy
I'm Band God you should pray to the damn lord
I'm on yo track then I'm talk them bands on it
Cause ima Band Boy, RubberBand boy
I got shooters
romantic fruit basket and some candles
Call me Kyrie how I grasped her by her handles
She's yellin' out “go faster!” as I slammed her
She makes my Crowe
growing up so strong and wise
But, the whisper of an angel, took her by surprise
Her boyfriend Joe was a hard working craftsman's son
Strong as oak but
still hear the soft southern winds in the live oak trees
And those Williams boys they still mean a lot to me Hank and Tennessee
I guess we're all gonna
headlights west and drove into the night
Tuned into the radio and sung every song I could
It was me and Hank and Willie and Kris even the Oak Ridge Boys
Just
Where the oak and the ash and the bonny rowan tree
Are all a-growin' green in the old country
Well I asked for a candle for to light me up to bed
Well I walked down to my bank, just to see what I could see
I asked the man behind the desk, I say "Ah, is there any money for me?"
Now he didn't
A dozen odd socks
On the floor, in the hall,
By a cardboard box
Full of 8x10s of the Oak Ridge Boys
The Statesmen and the Vocal Band
I guess you can see,
can still hear the soft Southern winds in the live oak trees
And those Williams boys they still mean a lot to me
Hank and Tennessee
I guess we're all
know me
How I'm getting money its so sweet like money growing on a oak tree
Lord god bless him he running and I got to pray to lord I catch him
I
'm the best director ya seen, can't believe this
How am I demoted to part of the common folk
I'm a joke, new car smell mixed with that pine oak
We do what we
I woke up this morning, thank my lord, that I'm feeling just fine.
Fire up that blunt from the night before, finna blow my mind.
Then I give my teeth
Here I am, send me Lord
I'm gonna go, where no one else will go
We are here to love the ONE
When all is said we run, we want to hear well done
Oh no
I'll never tell
I been runnin' and prayin' ever since, Lord save me from Hell
Well my money ran out somewhere down low by the border where the law-dogs
13 crows in a dead oak tree
Credits: All songs written by Ian S. McCaskie/John Jack Jr
c 2023 Dusty Boy Music/BMI ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
The other night I met a girl and she looked to be so nice
I asked her for the digits and she didn't think twice
A couple of days later called her up
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