Lyrics:
Charles Gibbs
Words and Music Chris Foster
Copyright May 3rd 2003
Terror on the high seas wrought by Charles Gibbs
Brandishing his sword in pirate
V1
92 to 94 percent of you fuckers fall short
Cause only 6 to 8 is or has ever been a soldier before
Sure its cute to imitate our likeness
tongue
They censored him on Sullivan
Now he's loved by everyone
Oh, there's an FM evolution
Country music revolution
LP, CD
Rip it from your MP3, boy
Oh,
anthem.Friends by my side our God all around us.Music on the stereo the rhythm surrounds us.The rhythm of life the beat of eternal.Insecurities laid low cause
TENNESSEE
Words and Music by Nick Evans Mowery/BMI
Copyright Protected
Hey dad, I remember you plowing them fields
Oh hide them bloodstains on your
though we're dying for more
We're stuck on this dysfunction, we love it to our death
We celebrate destruction by lighting up this bed
You can take your
steamin'
When I snap I see red like I'm possessed by a demon
Always been a nigga that can dress clean
Robbin' everyday, I would finesse weed
Never knew
when I borrow my folks' wheels
(But you can't drive) whatever, our van died
(Get a good bike) who I look like, that Lance guy?
I ain't pushing no
cleaner than a janitor
Open up my mouth its rapid fire from a banana clip
Shoot a bunch of manikins, I'm a fucking anarchist
I want a Grammy, our formats
4 or 5- my time, I open up my eyes
One am where you are, the crowd?s still hypnotized-
By the sounds of dj?s playin? all our favorite grooves.
I?m
went through nights with no dinner lookin' bummy and skips
Could go no where in school with no money for trips
Gettin' cracked on by honeys and shit
doing it like I do it
[Verse 1: Big Syke]
From the first day of birth it was like we was cursed,
For our destiny to ride away in a hearse
Unseen
doing it like I do it
[Verse 1: Big Syke]
From the first day of birth it was like we was cursed,
For our destiny to ride away in a hearse
Unseen
You're now tuning in to ataraxy I I
Are you sleeping, are you dead?
This the interlude that you listen to in bed
Caught the pillow talk
You ain't
three meals in the cot, nigga, what?
Pussy at noon got me feeling brand new
When the sun come down, I'm leavin'
Fuck I look like? A fool?
Throwing shade
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