Lyrics:
the market's
Swiftly move to mark it show the world W.H.O the mark is
I'm similar to where started
I mean Ive got a Woo hand
First reports it's not spread by
"What you got boy?"
He says "I'm comin' on"
He says "What you got!"
He says "well I got me two changes of BVD's.
I got me my guitar.
I got me my
my boy Landon
Yeah he rocking number six
Forty yard touchdown
He just a sophomore (Facts)
Snagged it off his head
Yeah poor Caleb George
Opelousas
Every since I can remember I heard the music in my head Paid no mind to the Pretenders or what he or she said Got my first guitar at 17 but didn't
wrong
I could have been a writer with a back catalogue
Full of stories of crimes, sex and beer, girls and drugs
But instead I was writing my first
living in a way that ain’t reflect full of the church
Like George Floyd I just kneed to be in first
I ain’t taking no advice from rappers that I’m better
and support
Also you by my side
Some people don't get that
You know no survive
How many people we got starving now
Prolly about 37 mill wow
We all in drought
Poking at my problems, I know how to solve 'em
With a ski mask, automatic or revolver
A slave is one whose power and authority is ruled over by another
My little sister had a glass of wine,
No doubt a glass of wine too many.
"I bet he's out right now with his Nazi whore,
That's right, I said it,
My little sister had a glass of wine,
No doubt a glass of wine too many.
"I bet he's out right now with his Nazi whore,
That's right, I said it,
raises
My book of rhyme pages, filled with phrases that amaze
I could go on for days
First name Dante, last name Beze
Build the house of tomorrow with
Write your letter
Stopping my parole won't help Lennon get better
Fuck the Beatles
Fuck the Beatles
You may think that John and George are up in heaven,
Excuse me, I have revival
Mek me praise mi God
R.i.p. Breonna Taylor
R.i.p. To George Floyd (leave me alone)
I ain't tryna hate on my own kind
you, mr. first-nighter! my wonderful, wonderful pussy doesn't need you! I have my briefcase, harry! I'm going to fuck my briefcase! I'm going to...look!
I'm writing a somber song for you
It's not the kind I like to write
And I'm singing a somber song for you
Because you're not by my side tonight
I
LIGHTEN THAT LOAD
I'm your honky tonk daddy down in Tennessee
I got this Gibson cranked up with these new guitar strings
I'll play you Working Mans
rated five stars all approved and declared
Im all certified
Rockstar blood in my veins need no signature guitar
[Verse One]
Im like stars at night
Been
rated five stars all approved and declared
Im all certified
Rockstar blood in my veins need no signature guitar
[Verse One]
Im like stars at night
Been
the song
No one picks like Bill Monroe and don't George Jones sing great
I can tell that the people care by the people at my gate
Webb Pierce invites
am a little dazed tonight
A little more dazed than usual my friend
And road manager George Gruel presented
Me with an album about three days ago
Called
stairs go?
It's not the first time we forgot
To send someone by 12 o'clock
We'll never persevere
We've got friends, chicks, guitars, and no beer
declared, “He is getting away here with murder,
How can you defend a defender of peace Who says shoot first and ask questions later?”
“Yes, that was my gun, I
a dreamer with a suitcase in hand
A guitar on my back without a care or a plan
A gypsy boy hitchhiking down the road
Ah here I go
I fell in love at nineteen
(JGS Baby)
Known as S.R.R. close to me but afar
You were born to be first create a way for us all
I’m in your top 5 no ghost writin’ my bars
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