Lyrics:
Started out broke as fuck, some windows was boarded up,
The corner of Hugel and George, where I grew up,
Reckless, I ran a muck, a little screwed up,
[Chorus]
I use to love har for ever
Think so she smart but tha gal ya no
Clever, how she left all mi fi Peter, and just
Wha, day mi hear sey that
thought I heard somebody calling In the dark I thought I heard somebody call
General George began the day by taking pink little pills
Sent his men
how many tapes will it take for us to pop, to the top
Cause I'm TRU to this
No Limit, my click we ain't new to this
King George, Young Silkk,
man, you gotta dream
(It's Carlton Jones)
Foreal
Roooollieee (Put my dreams in) Roooollieee (I put my dreams in) Roooollieee
(Put my dreams in
George Jones & Verm Gosdin
I once held that someone special, didn't have to let her go
I just stood back and watched my future pass
And for
century restaurant with the backrooms and no cameras
I love the plots, I love the paranoia, I don't have any. I love the land
I love the mystery gardens
all y'all, you know, I love all y'all
I ain't gon' say no names, but I love all y'all
Shout to all my homies on the block, Madison Street, whole
that pun’s intended
Just a black man interrupted wait
Please let me finish
And for record
I go that monkey off my back
So for the record
Always refused
the game's so toxic
Like every other day a soul's sold for a profit
No morals or doctrine
Whatever's gonna line a man's pockets or wallets
But I gotta admit it
The walk's by faith
The lone wolf dies
How am I gonna follow you
With blue man ears
And snow blind eyes?
Music by Peter Furler / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
They turn back around, boy
Settle down, boy
Come home to the woman they love
You ain't nothing like George Strait
His kind don't just ride away
masons
Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters they daddies faceless
Play this, by ya stomach, let my words massage it and rub it
I'll be his
you by my side
George Straits on the radio
I got a cold beer in my hand
I can't wait to be your man
Seeing you by the fire light
Well, I may be wrong
drop no dollars, but he do drop bombs
R.I.P. Tay cause he died in the storm, fuck president (Georgia) Bush
See us in ya city man, give us a pound
no release
If we don’t see justice, you don’t see peace
I ain’t here to be civil or cordial
All this evil got me feelin’ immoral
I’m gettin’ wild,
it by my lonely
CB4 gangsters man they so gusto
24/7 all I do is hustle
Old folks in the hood call me p man
Double cups Styrofoam I sip lean man
Jesus and Johnny
How the hell did Minnie Pearl get that smile?
I heard old George [Jones] was wild there for a while
Did Dylan have the blues when
libido has been
Blowing a transistor
I feel like I have been hit by a fuck
Yeah
I'm Jones' in' on love
Yeah I got the DT's
You say that we will
Bbut there
on me like a young O.G, I'm a classic man
Your needs get met by the street, elegant old-fashioned man
Yeah, baby, I'm a classic man
I burn through
don't know nothing else, nigga
(I'm straight Harlem World, Harlem World, Ha-Ha-Harlem World)
I can't wait for my block to get it together man
(I
that’s the homie zig-zags baby no leaf
Acting like you know the Wizzle man
That’s my homie if that's gin nigga, pour me
Sippin’ slow
She go down slow like
Started all off with the DMs.
Heart eyes and a few memes.
Shawty wanna meet,
cnd it ain't no thing.
But i gotta come clean,
I ain't one for the “fling”
my life for you
I got a love jones for your
Body and your skin tone
Five minutes alone I'm already on the bone
Plus I love the fact you got
A mind
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