Lyrics:
breakfast
Beer for lunch
Happy Hour jungle punch
By dinner in the corner, balled, scrunched
Up tore
Waking up on another random floor
Knocking on Heaven's
I got my toes in the water, ass in the sand
Not a worry in the world, a cold beer in my hand
Life is good today, life is good today
Well,
I got my toes in the water, ass in the sand
Not a worry in the world, a cold beer in my hand
Life is good today, life is good today
Well,
pink flamingos, pink flamingos
People slow down when they drive by
They wave and smile but there's envy in their eyes
We ain't rich and won't be for
a Jetson
I was broke and desperate
Leanin' on my best friends
Only shot callers I was around was bartendin'
Ain't no love in this game, mama
This is not
my mind
But it's just a (come on) sweet, sweet, yeah (I'm in heaven)
With my boyfriend, my laughing boyfriend (oh, yeah, yeah)
There's no
Red after Texas Red
In that town there lived an outlaw
By the name of Texas Red
But the outlaw didn't worry
Men that tried before were dead
Red was
There's no Heaven!
There's no Heaven!
There's no Heaven!
There's no Heaven!
There's no Heaven!
There's no Heaven!
There's no Heaven!
There's no
I'm coming back to Texas
For the very last time
I made a promise to get back there
By the end of the night
I spent the last four hours
Having
as well
Other than the music there is really no reason to dwell
Heaven was eleven when 7even was rocking twelve
That's the definition of going from Heaven
around,
Bend heaven and earth ‘till you’re shaking stars down from the sky
(Records spinning, the beginning has gone by in a blur;
The finale is approaching
Mathematics
My style’s hot Sun put you in a cemetery plot dun
It’s elementary my dear Watson
No shit Sherlock this is pure Hip Hop
I complete 360 like a hand
hay-rides
It adds it up when a pioneer fall, in comparison to your 99 bottle of beer wall
There's banana peels in your hamster wheels, hand cannons in your
deeds
No handlin' me and nah, it ain't the drugs
It's the straight thug nigga in me
I swoop down and cause havoc
My rapid delivery is automatic
Lettin'
appreciation, no more hesitation, reparations
Focus on innovation
In the middle of the night, with a pistol by my side, there isn't no place for us to
hide
When
When they tell him he stopped in a bar with no beer
It's lonesome away from your kinfolks at home
By the campfires at night where the buffalo roam
But
and desperate, leanin' on my best friends
Only shot callers I was around was bartendin'
Ain't no love in this game, mama, this is not tennis
Take your shoes
like nothing will ever stop us
No rain or sleet or snow
Tonight there's not a cloud in the sky
While we cool outside on the stereo
We're always
under ya?
How many blacks are on flights to Columbia?
Not a whole lot
So no wonder you're wondering
You're wonderful hatred is coming in with a thundering
Guadelupe in texas to the san francisco bay
Ya turned a spangin' job into a life long career
For a tin A' tabacco and a forty of beer
Now yer drinkin & yer
as a god of
Superiority and absolute divinity
I'm significant
Marxism is being used by the left to
Ruin this country and I can
No longer sit and watch this
I'm always just the brand new kid in town.
cnd by the way, could you bring me a sleigh.
Unless I'm living where there is no snow.
Instead I'll take
reward receive if you believe)
Oh the promise of tomorrow will banish all your sorrow
No need to grieve if you believe
There will be a brighter future
gonna wait no, I'll wait
What?
I'm quitting
Quitting?
I'm going back to NASA
There is just too much pressure in this line of work
Dennis,
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