Lyrics:
Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds
I took a shot of cocaine and shot my woman down
I went right home and I went to bed
I stuck that lovin'
the court rom my trial began
Where I was held by twelve honest men
Before the jury started out
I saw that little judge commence to look about.
In a bout
no friends for to go my bail they slapped my dried up carcass in that country jail
Into the courtroom my trial began where I was handled by twelve
I last slung my blade
But there ain’t enough saints in the South to keep me from the bed I’ve made
I got a pine box waiting out on piss ant hill
If
I last slung my blade
But there ain’t enough saints in the south to keep me from the bed I’ve made
I got a pine box waiting out on piss ant hill
If
the hills for the winter, live from hell for sinners
Tell me what you want, I'll deliver, pour codeine on my liver
I don't really like to talk, keeping shit
the devils in LA
You throw some money on the bed so they know where to lay
Used to
Dream of nights where you would
Be up in the hills
Flirting with your fate
disarrayed
By your complexion
Im flexing at that fact I found you
But lost connection
My heart went up in value
Demand etc
You feeling like im a tesla
My love
thinking bout broads
But all of them hoes done got fucked by my dawgs
I woke up think bout loyalty
N***** is not so I give em up joyfully
I woke up thinking
talking back, bih
Back! Back!
Back! Back!
Anyone can eat this back hand!
Back back, I got a MAC in my bag!
They stole off your back and you paid for it
Foghorns would sound in waking
Is it my voice you hear?
Footsteps are moving across the floor
And you know I'm here
Laughter carries up from the hills
in my smoke
I had niggas jealous of me 'fore I ever had to gloat
Eviction notice on the door, my bed was on the floor
Oh lord, I ain't going back
Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds
I took a shot of cocaine and shot my woman down
I went right home and I went to bed
I stuck that lovin'
breaks through
We'll load up the wagon and set the little one by our side
Take the gold into telluride
I'd like to lay you down on a cannonball bed
Put
Red telephone sitting by my bed
Practically bore your name
Lying alone in the twilight zone
Waiting for your call to come in
Hadn't been for
Hill back in ‘98
Do the math, I annihilate
The smell was so foul when I left the scene with around 97 bodies sprayed
96 ways I could've written that line
Early one morning while makin' the rounds
I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my baby down
I shot her down then I went to bed
I stuck that lovin'
It's a fate
So I ain't gonna come up but I know that you're mine and I see you again at midnight in my bed
What you said
Something has hitted your mind
me
Prayed on by all these foes, it'll put you in a frenzy
Niggas hear about my woes and dismiss em
Confusing 'em with the ones that Drake ran through
I cross the Green Mountain
I sit by the stream
Heaven blazing in my head I
I dreamed a monstrous dream
Something came up
Out of the sea
Swept
in my bed drawer
I know it all just in the past
But do you ever think it back
It could've been something but now
All I ever think about
Is how I always
too long
Sitting at home in my bed too long
Got my things and now I'm gone
How's the world gonna from take me?
Finding myself used to be hard
But
give it all my heart
And I know that you can feel this
Leave it to your heart
You'll be healing by the day
Rollin through the hills
I forgot about
down
That's what me and my old woman used to say
We used to lie in bed and make love all day
Now I think I'm gonna burn it down
Yeah, I think I'm
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