Lyrics:
city
It's not a new phase
This the shit that go up on a Tuesday
No Bobby Boucher
All that water got substituted for D'ussé
"The world crazy, " I said,
Tom T Hall is forty now and so is Bobby Bare
Willie Nelson's gettin' grey and Faron Young don't care
But the young ones keep on coming on the old
it for the genius side of music
In Atlanta and i'll be
Damned if i bothered by a
Nigga with a problem
No longer art it's just some
People and their
kept the weed at home, but we was bumping loud, get it?
Next thing I know City rolls with window down this dude said "Turn the music down"
Yeah I do
I Love Livin’ (In the City by the Lake)
Words and music by Cliff Buckosh
I went fishin’ this morning
Saw a sunrise so gorgeous
Got my guitar
over the edge ...
With a jingling sound at the same time
on hills like from within, with a sharp
whistling whir ... this is the softer music.
Bare
Not many get to what I do by any means
Thinking they slick as fuck like the finna befriending me
But let's get back to the music, I'm gone
Outside
I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in
but somehow I got by.
Creflo prayed, Mike Vick payed,
Bobby Brown strayed, Whitney lost weight.
Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write,
Dat may why
Bobby fell asleep on the train last night
Her mind was on a stage, under Mission lights
Playing gigs in every city and it all felt right
Oh baby,
you to know that I'm so determined
To blow, that you hear the music
I wrote, hope it get you off Death Row
You came home to a pocket full of stones
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
but somehow I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money
Whte Way!
So Welcome! Yes Welcome! To Broadway U.S.A.!--
Miss Those Crazy Folks, And Those Tourist Yokes, Miss That City So Tall!
Miss That Sub-Way
the music in they ears, they would have lost it
The seventh album by a musician they both revered
First time this planet heard it, let's call it a world
but somehow I got by
Treflo prayed, Mike Vick payed
Bobby Brown stray, Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write
Dat may why they
Bare ke Marashe ntho tsena
Ho ha re tlo bolaya
Tlohong mona haona letho mona
Bare ke Marashe ntho tsena
Ho ha re tlo bolaya
Tlohong mona haona letho
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just livin' in tha city is a serious task
Didn't know what cops wanted, din't have time to ask
Walking back through Finchley
Saw some blazer boys dancing at a garden party
Drinking chilled white wine by the marquee
And I wouldn’t wanna dance
on the block, I ain't had a lot
Can't believe I made it this far, by the grace of God
I'd be damned if I ever stopped, get this music poppin'
Stay consistent
of the police (I love myself)
Uh, illuminated by the hand of God, boy, don't seem shy (I love myself)
Huh (walk my bare feet) huh (walk my bare feet)
Huh
Down in Louisiana just a week ago - spent some time in New Orleans
Seeking out the jazz but I could only find - music from a different scene
Out
to lies by the press
I've built an immunity
Movies, novels, and music
I work like it's two of me
Writing this song in first-class on
My way to LA on the lay
But anyway, this for my niggas
Uncles, twenty-three hours
Sendin' me pictures i want you to know that
I'm so determined to blow
That you hear the music
.jpg/215px-Bobby_Bare_at_the_Grand_Ole_Opry_(2).jpg "Bobby Bare, Jr.")
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