Lyrics:
Jerry Jeff Walker stumbled up the stairs on his way to the
Stage with a Martin guitar and a six pack
Yeah and he was the poet of the Lone Star
a matter of doubt it's a symptom of sin
It's a problem of too much pride
And I, now I'm opening up wide
Wet feathers pulled out from beneath me
All right! When we go up in this goddamn house
all I want is the motherfuckin' kids!
As far as pops I don't give a fuck what you do
Bust him in
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney
a breathe then die by it
Take a chill and live by it
Fall get up and smile for it
Respect and love I'm all for it
Can't use your words that's why you died by
cottage surrounded by a colorful, looked-after garden.
The Old Gardener is sitting between the plants, speaking to them tenderly and respectfully.
Edward
heart is protected by gates and chains
I know with the bruises it's permanently stained
I woke up in a new mood
I keep on having these mood swings
I do
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney
I bring myself down by making the things up
I imagine you gone
Russian roulette
Like dancing with death
I carry on
I'll take the blame
I know
a stealing Canary and he jumps to the carbs
His got it into the keyhole and off to the shops
Well, we would swing by a wide screen in opening shot
'Cos I could
Step up and forfeit your frontal lobe
To the sexed-up stroll of celebrity
Never mind that the nanoseconds in between
Are some of the darkest
Couple rosés in our system
Now we crushing up the pills
Got you opening your lips up
I'm your thug you know the deal
Now your back's arched, pretty little
stop and stare when we walked in
We would give the doorman a hundred dollars just for opening the door
Sosa would give the bartender two hundred dollars
niggas reckless
Might stick the reverend up
Foe in the trap
Throwing them sevens up
Opening doors
I'm trying let em up
Foot on they neck
I'll never let
Now I'm a real rider
No passenger seat
We're on the recliner
Been in the gym
Yea I'm getting finer
Touching on my body
Got you ready to play by
and everything is dying
and you cannot react
cause they sedate
your denial
you are just opening the gates
coward
you are opening the gates
of the apocalypse
Your mind switch’s like a glitch
You keep opening the stitch
Talking all that shit, acting clue/less
Two faced, can’t erase the trace
Counting down
self-deception (Fucking self-deception)
You don't even have what Rocky had by using OG Beeper
Fuck justifications (Fuck, fuck)
I'm into hip-hop, I grew up
I'm the trash-picking
Customer ass-kissing
Cook in a jazz kitchen
Cooking till the brass section
Begins their last session
Fueled by ambition
everything I did
I did it out of love
I did it to make you grow up and be stronger for yourself
I was opening my heart
I was opening my soul
I was caring for
bigger than what we had made it
These words is good detergent
So I know I'm never fading
What's up?
Brought to you by the stork, Biggie, and Tupac
Midwest
fucking feel alive
Asking why
What's the point of even opening my eyes
Every day, all the same
Why the fuck was I born this way
All the same, every day
she brings
Is of love and oneness
And is peaked by her warning cry
Deeply pulled into me
Opening to receive
I wish
I wish you well
On your way to light
The opening statements, now let it begin
The opening statements,
I start by saying sorry for the lateness
But I appreciate the patience
Understand it
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