Lyrics:
trashed my phone
Listen homes, everything glisten homes
Yeah my gun and my rims both sit on chrome
You move your weight in the car, I move weight by
of an English town
He lived at home with his with mother
She was getting old, there was no other
He got the shopping in, the housework done, emptied the bins
She
bring the shit home grand slam loaded bases
Bitches fakin niggas whole hoes I’m exposing cases
Make em show they faces
Still thuggin in my old
lookin like some Goodfellas
Stay surrounded by, Stay surrounded by some Goodfellas
All I be around, All I be around is Goodfellas
Run the town, We run
week
When I seen something hopping right by a tree
What could it be?
I found an old frog I found an old frog
Sitting on a log I found an old frog
He
by the henchmen
City, town, state arena or convention
Please believe these the G's that ease pension
Rakka and Ev said that it's a marathon
Dinnertime
Anytime
Bet I am the nigga in my town when I arrive
Home
Yeah one more time 'fore we turn the lights out ladies and gentleman
(Sing it to' em
Pointed right at me
I swear I left her by the river
I swear I left her safe and sound
I need to make it to the river
And leave this old Nebraska town
emergency
Lady, oh, please come back to me
Emotion of fire is burning inside
Lady, don't lose your pride
9. This old town
Baby, I'll hurt you
Oh, come let me
She told me about a strange Chinese restaurant
In North Canton, Ohio
A five-year-old girl was discovered in a freezer
Murdered by her mother
Her mom
Wanna sink in the sand
Wanna roll round town with a porn hub chick gimme top in a van
Now my tank on "E"
And my girl like damn
I ain't got no bands
on please Ed Sheeran is torturous
Now we got to get through it like sadness
Oh
Back in your home city I'm back in my old town
Tell me when you're ready I'm
on the cover of life.
Octover 1st, 1954,
3 year old baby with 38 inch chest.
That was something to behold! Ahh.
Now, the name of the performer
that I play in
And Pissing off the old people is my focal
Yo david just chill man
Naw you chill mother fucker, fuck you, naw eat my motherfucking dick mother fucker
Fuck you,
I come from a small town
But it's filled with secrets
Happy like a sad clown
Deeply steeped in regret
Headlights, yellow line flying on the highway
Imagine that we're swimming in an endless shallow sea
West Texas, finding fossils underneath a pinyon tree
Every dusty town we pass a monument to oil
Listen homes, everything glisten homes
Yeah my gun and my rims both sit on chrome
You move your weight in the car, I move weight by the carload
I dropped
a nigga with her to help her old ass
As James Baldwin says
"You can only be destroyed by believing
That you really are what the white world considers
Across the water
So far from home
I've never felt so alone
I made it so far
I didn't drown
Ended up in this dirty old town
Dirty old town
Dirty old
home
You know we're getting old
So hop in the car, go near or far, no matter where you are
Take the keys out my car, open up the door
See my friends
I miss those Sunday afternoons
And Mama's home cooking
Fishing on the weekends
Reeling in a good one
Muddy dirty roads and river banks
And old road
Jessie’s getting married
Back in our home town
We got one stop light
Back road driving
And as country as that may sound
We’re flying in from
Mother and Father, both proud of the daughter
That heaven had sent them, Feleena was this baby's name.
When she was seventeen, bothered by crazy dreams
back
When I'm in the city I run the whole track
I got the whole city, I got the whole town
They call me a king cause I got that crown
See now what's
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