Lyrics:
talk my shit
La speeding down the highway
That's where it is
Claiming that you real
But we know you really a bitch
So i'll tell you how it is
2 am gotta
cll I ever wanted was them dollar signs
Them blue hunneds would always stay up on my mind
But somehow I'm working at this part time
I guess it's
they can't
The murders have increased more than ninety-five percent
And the drug amount of which they make
Is more than seven hundred million dollars
me, I've got those ration blues
I got to live on forty ounces, of any kind of meat
Those forty little ounces gotta last me all the week
I got
started, it was already too late
For anyone to keep any peace
No one could remember what the fight was about but
By all accounts the kid pulled the first
makin honest pay, get the job done we'll be on our way
Verse 1:
Yo I've been bustin my ass tryna make the most of a dollar
Blue collar type fella takin
We've tried to reason with them
They're not listening
They can't understand us
Or what we can be
One last sip of coffee
Before we close the door
Green paper blue strips spitting vapor hollow tips
New blazer who's this food that’s catered when I’m rich
Green gator skin fit ain’t no traitor
lotus feet of my Divine Mother
Engrossed is the bee of my mind
On the blue lotus feet of my Divine Mother
So what I’m doing that by singing that
Now I’m
the blues, and they know me by name
We run around time to time, I'm on to their game
But they're just doin' their part, to get you through the pain
They
South, rollin Benz on blocks
Mo' scrilla I got, signin with Shortstop
And that's for real, so tell me how you feel
To make a million dollars out my first
write us, you can stop your arthritis
Just by dancin' away your blues
Just by dancin' away your blues
So bind up your bunions with band-aids and gauze
Ayee
Topfivee
Yeah
Highway
Dashboard
Speeding
Switch lanes
Bad bitch
Eating
Gotta go get to the green gimme all the blue cheese, I want everything
last
When the sun comes up in that big blue sky
We'll hit the road baby and fly on by
Let's ride into the great unknown
You by my side just like two
Blue Cyclone, Oooh
Well my wife went out of town 'bout a year or so back
And left me at home by myself to batch,
And after five straight nights
She's the old man's angel overseer
Pawn shops glitter like gold tooth caps
In the gray decay
They chew the last few dollars off
Old Beale Street's
She's the old man's angel overseer
Pawn shops glitter like gold tooth caps
In the gray decay
They chew the last few dollars off
Old Beale Street's
She's a
Corn star
The talk of the crop at every county fair y'all
Corn star
Blue ribbon winner for the last five years
They cut a 4-lane highway right
passageway, beckoning those faring their way to the light at the end. It was a blue, cheeky melody: a coy mistress that could have only been so wooed by
on the hill
Sing no more now just be still
All these trials soon be past
Look for something built to last
A wind held by the collar
Yes, a cloud held by
on the hill
Sing no more now just be still
All these trials soon be past
Look for something built to last
A wind held by the collar
Yes, a cloud held by
more time
Ooh you, a change will come, and you'll be by my side
One more time
White Freightliner Blues
All right y'all, here we go
One two, a-one two
Johnny Gore on
stage by his hair"
"Come on guys, give the Gators a hand. I paid two dollars
just to see this ba, ba, band"
"And I ain't gonna let no loser,
Highway
You left your lip gloss
In my ashtray
You broke my records
On my birthday
I watch the mermaids sinking
And now I hear them singing
I spend
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