Lyrics:
night
Pick a card before you go
It's a long trip to Mexico
Eliza waited by the door
I can't stay here anymore, no, no
Then she took a pill
She
night
Pick a card before you go
It's a long trip to Mexico
Eliza waited by the door
I can't stay here anymore, no, no
Then she took a pill
She
kickin him
You know me, i dnt give a shit about fitting in
Its trilloski, name werent down but manna still gettin in
You told me u was gna have my p
By
have saved that young man's life
Who now is here a-lying."
"O Mother, O Mother, come make my bed
O make it both soft and narrow,
For sweet William
knelling
And every stroke to her did say
Hard hearted Barbara Allen.
Oh mother, oh mother go dig my grave
Make it both long and narrow,
Sweet William
Buchanan, respiratory failure was the key
Abe Lincoln, by an assassin's gunshot, R.I.P
It was a stroke that put Andrew Johnson into the ground
Ulysses Grant,
paying my rent every day
In the Tower of Song
I said to Hank Williams, "How lonely does it get?"
Hank Williams hasn't answered me yet
But I hear him
fear
On yon green island as we passed it by,
There we lost sight of your sailor boy."
Well, she wrung her hands and she tore her hair.
She was
fear
On yon green island as we passed it by,
There we lost sight of your sailor boy."
Well, she wrung her hands and she tore her hair.
She was
we will never run into
Again
Let's drift into a new sunset
Like in a song by Nichols & Williams
Sometimes it's just soothing to delve into the past
the dick, she passed out like Wendy Williams
Money to the ceiling
Pussy, I'ma kill it
Broke the money counter tryna count up all these millions
Say you
paying my rent every day in the tower of song
I said to Hank Williams, "How lonely does it get?"
Hank Williams hasn't answered yet
But I hear him
goes there
What a show, the Barry Williams show
What a show,
Dysfunctional excess
Is all it took for my success
The greater pain that they endure
making
Baking soda by the bacon I'm cooking, mix and whip it
? Like syrup dripping, call Willie Randolph flipping
I'm, pimping, I ain't tripping bout you
Gunz]
L-T, P-G
[Pharrell Williams]
Bring it from the top
[Peter Gunz]
If you mad and you hatin' mother fucker please kill it
You know
have saved that young man's life
Who now is here a-lying."
"O Mother, O Mother, come make my bed
O make it both soft and narrow,
For sweet William
fear
On yon green island as we passed it by,
There we lost sight of your sailor boy."
Well, she wrung her hands and she tore her hair.
She was
most men were awake
Sweet William said he was troubled in his head
From a dream he had last night
He called his weary waiting maids
By one, by
paying my rent every day
Oh in the tower of song
I said to hank Williams, how lonely does it get?
Hank Williams hasn't answered yet
But I hear him
the battle on!
Bring the battle on!
Bring it on!
England held the high ground,
Normans down below.
Took up their positions,
Ready, set, go.
William and his
inside, just remember and rewind
Henley Ernest William by Invictus
Soul my of captain the am I
Fate my of master the am I
Scroll the punishments with
friends wanna listen to Hank Williams
Well and it's lovin' cheatin' drinkin' songs with the odd truck thrown in
Songs about good livin' and songs about sin
granted just because it wasn’t fun I suppose
I suppose
Well William’s been dead for almost six years, heard Bobby moved off and had a couple kids
And they
continues to spread throughout the globe. It is not yet confirmed by officials what is causing these horrific events, but it is suggested by certain sources
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