Lyrics:
or sing, but he wants to do both
Puts an album out, and rules for part of the year
Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come from out of nowhere
It's the start
on the porch of the punk house.
Coffee and low tide smell and my life stretching out.
Spending hours each morning reading poems and staring off
and then
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
more than a sport
Sacrifice that few could afford
They say the boys will boys, but it separated the men
If you was hated by them
Then you were loved by
rock"
Ooooh, I got dissed. But it ain't no thing
Runnin' that game with the home made slang
Baby got ished, Bremelo gip.
Keep laughin' at the car and you
and go tattoo your face
Country boys, gutter raised, what a blend, that's all it takes
Got a lock in the pocket, a rock in the sock
With a cop I'm
those little punks talkin' junk bring it on
Cause I just love takin' punks outta homes
why
Cause I'm a nappy happy bad little sun-of-a-gun
And in
tell you somethin'
In this world, if you can't swim
You bound to drizzown and if you fall
You better pick your punk ass up
And for the rest of y'all
never a home
But in 2013 fam gave me a bro
And a year later it was time to leave
For the sake of paper our life would lead
To Houston Texas
Now I begin
love out by the lake to our favorite song
Sipping whiskey out the bottle
Not thinking 'bout tomorrow
Singing "Sweet Home Alabama" all summer long
Singing
Brothers on the corner sellin' junk
got held up by the hotties got the shotties in the trunk
You got the hard rocks wavin' glocks at the punks
And from the 8-ball my breath start stinkin'
I gotta get my girl to rock that body
Before I left I hit the Bacardi
Pulled to the house get her out
put 'em on to punk rock
Fam I been hotter than Stephen Curry's jump shot
So if they don't know you better tell 'em 'bout me
Layne Cobain, I'm Biggie
girl, to rock that body
Before I left I hit the Bacardi
Went to her house to get her out of the pad
Dumb hoe says something stupid that made me mad
She
girl, to rock that body
Before I left I hit the Bacardi
Went to her house to get her out of the pad
Dumb hoe says something stupid that made me mad
She
girl, to rock that body
Before I left I hit the Bacardi
Went to her house to get her out of the pad
Dumb hoe says something that made me mad
She said
You'll be Home Alone just like that little white boy
Master Eyce is on the way
And live from New York I'm catching wreck on a Saturday
"Live from New
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
goin out to the Bahamas
I keep them stiff broads when I'm fuckin with the hogs
Cause they never get stopped by the motherfuckin cops
Bootch look hard but
I don't touch dog hoes, dog hoes got fleas
I'm from wear they rock ski masks
And nobody rides skis
Every time I spit a verse my city like preach
a sea of opps
I'm drowning out the lost
Era of the fully awoken the eyes are open
They fall deeper in the coma Burn us in the cauldron
Wetter than
like Europeans
Fake nails done by Koreans
Come again, come again, come again, my friend come again
Guys you know you'd better watch out
Some girls, some
wake up fine and dandy
But then by the time I find it handy
To rip my heart apart and start
Planning my crash landing
I go up, up, up, up, up
to play
Patrick's voice gave me joy
Back to my seat in the rain for Fall Out Boy
I said "let's start a ska band"
Together with my best friends
Let's hit
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