Lyrics:
wipe my ass with it
Outlaws, no ass kissin'
Just like Johnny Cash did it
Yeah, this city we be goin' hard
Long before they named the bars
After country
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
night with a bitch
That pussy drove me wild (god damn)
Since I came out of the dark
I been loving call me Kyle (hah)
But yo ass live in a tent
Down
to survive
You can tell old Jefferson Davis
That his prayers, they cannot save us
Nor will Robert E. Lee's
Oo--OO
The cotton's burning
Dixie's
you think will be showin' up
Say within the next forty, fifty, sixty years?"
They handed me a big tallybook and in it I saw names like Johnny Cash
sometimes I take ol' Johnny's cash
Quick as it comes it can go
You wanna know how I know?
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(Verse 2)
There's ghosts in all them houses down
and the British kept a comin'
There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they began a running
Down the Mississippi to the Gulf
prevent it from them, and they will be surrounded by that at which they used to mock
And if we give man a taste of mercy from us, and then withdraw it from
for me
And happiness came and went
Depression, descent
So I drove you down
South to Mexico
And the moon was like a peach
And the beach was white
Whiddon, Harry Hawke,
Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all,
Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all.
So they harnessed and bridled the old grey mare
All along, down along, out
're waiting for you"
And there they were standing side by side smiling at me
Tex Ritter Johnny Horton George Morgan
Dottie West and Keith Whitley
And then he
Johnny's out cruising down the fast food strip
He rides the high-wheeler Ford
He's down here every evening since the school let out
An ordinary
Dogg
Slaving like I told y'all
Johnny thinking I sold raw
Cause I hop up out that old school
With these chains on
Like it's snow fall
Yeah
A nigga
and awe, she amazed, surmised
And Dali paints a ghastly night
Ghostly by accounts of those men who write
Imagine what we'd do if no one knew
What's red is
screamed "you bitch!" "sorry" she said
Then boow! will got lit
That's how it goes down, down on the under
They drove off quickly in the black hummer
Right up in the fast lane tryna get this cash
An I don't know how to read
So the numbers on the dash man
Don't mean shit, lemme grip
This mothafucka
the cream and the cash, by any means I'ma mash
So go get my green out the stash, walk with that beam in ya ass
'Cause I gotta
Hit the block, count that
like Johnny Cash
Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast
Ayo, lyrical gas spittin' the criminal tactics
Non-believers get my dick
like Johnny Cash
Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast
Ayo, lyrical gas spittin' the criminal tactics
Non-believers get my dick
They say ain't nothin' like the first time
And it was love at first drive
Yeah, I owned that road in that rusty gold
Old truck I drove in high school,
brothers were going, they were getting down
Even Pops was going for a piece of the crown (Cinderfella!)
They flaunted, they haunted, they knew what I
of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover
For a sailor its' always a bother in life
It's so lonesome by night and by day
That he longs for the shore
I'm out here wonderin', baby, why you movin' on
When the bro is down, go get him the upper hand
Scream to the top of her lungs when I put it down
They
no more
Saw my teacher miss elaine at the grocery store
I waited by her car, she asked: "why aren't you in school? "
Put my gun up to her head
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