Lyrics:
people, George
They'll argue 'til they fade
And whisper things and grunt
But thank you for the shade
And putting me in front
Yes, thank you, George
about a God damn Grammy?
Yo, Flav, I give a fuck about a God damn Grammy
But them motherfuckin hoes won't hand me one
At least you was invited by
At least you was invited by the biggots
The motherfuckers told me to buy a ticket
To the phoney ass ceremony
Fuck oscar, emmy, and tony
Cause when it comes
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
How 'bout ya show me what kind of cowboy you are?
Are you a Kenny tequila, Buffet margarita
Or an Alan Jackson hurricane?
Are you a good time,
just to show 'em I'm in cruise control
Grab some riches then I'm on my way home
Sound like a simple life don't it
Until you factor in my problems treat
George, you wanna lead us off?
Yeah, I got one.
Oh Chri-biip-mas tree oh Chri-biip-mas tree how lovely are thou branched?
Why am I getting blipped
dem
Omo make we ike lebe lomo
Ike ike lebe lomo
Make we show dem Show dem
Show dem Show dem Show dem
Show dem
Baby take me take control
See the way you
to catch me in the open, bring my life to a close
Meanwhile that's why I'm bringing so much life to my shows
I've seen smiles I'm making changes turning
I'm wondering if all these girls
Dress so nice
Why don't they want to talk to me
Honestly, I want surprise like Gillespie
Surrounded by so many folks
didn't see you and I didn't see you and we didn't see a thing
Hey Ray by the way do you leave that hundred bucks you owe me
I don't know what you're
like George
But i aint in Boston
Wit my possy fulla so much drugs I can't Feel my body
I'm doing the dash about to show my ass
Nigga Ricky Bobby
You flex
eyes you ain't from the city
Girl
Show me your country
The way you lit up when the DJ put on that George Strait song
You didn't get one word wrong
them rounds
That's why they talk the way they talk because they got all them rounds
Yehh George Floyd say he couldn't
That man say he couldn't Yehh
idol
Yo, they took his title when he wouldn't take the gun
And fight in Vietnam the only way he felt, then he won the bet again
Now they want me in
Thinking that I am dead
I been by myself all day
Shit looks pretty cool
In a pretty trippy way
I gotta find my guitar
So I can play
Show me what I can learn
Sayonara
To the old meka. trying do it by His hands
See trust me it's useless
I am flawed and I'm a human.
I don't know what is best
I say that with my
about something like that
And by the way your quotes from George Carlin
Aren't really George Carlin
Mr. Rogers never fought the Viet Cong
And Bill
Mr. Uncle Josh. Would you kindly play me some deep southern blues on that hound-dog guitar there. Ah, now that's what I'm talkin' about. Yeah.
not racist
I be judgin' by the mind and heart, I ain't really into faces
Fucked up, the way that we livin' is not gettin' better, you gotta know how
Watch for me by the moonlight
I'll come to thee by the moonlight
Though hell should bar the way"
She twisted her hands behind her
But all the knots
through the day
Then look for me by the moonlight
Watch for me by the moonlight
I'll come to thee by the moonlight, though hell should bar the way"
He rose
Igrew up in north alabama back in the 1970s
When dinosaurs still roamed the earth.
Speaking, of course, of the three great alabama icons:
George
the record on
And the aimless rise to dance
Embrace me, my sweet embraceable you
I see you, George, in your
Apartment on Riverside Drive
Some fifty
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