Lyrics:
with a fist on a table it'll budge
Laid in mud
Encrusted candle wax
And wake up at the tabernacle
Then it's back to tavern
For a glassful of southern
monument.
The southern square of the Cathedral was as empty as
Always, together with the cross on the wall of the open
Space altar, also as empty
ya again
The kind you brag to yo friends
Southern belle not a tease
Dot my I's cross my T's
I could put you to sleep
Brownskin lover I'm He
If you
distracted by distractions
Get ya nose wiped without a napkin
Southern playalistic we cadillacin
Light bud dreamin of going platinum
Cloud 9 watch me move
and even that's getting faint
And still when southern breezes and twinkling stars cross our little town
And pail moonlight shines through Georgia pines
I am a ghost and I am lost
Among the pines, by the pond
In the presence of Rosalee's cross
Placed upon a block of granite rock
Foundation stone
See the Southern Sky above
Hear the center calling
The edge that I'm fallin' to
I'll draw it it my dreams
With blue ink on paper
The edges felt on my
See the Southern Sky above
Hear the center calling
The edge that I'm fallin' to
I'll draw it it my dreams
With blue ink on paper
The edges felt on my
old but southern dirt raised a bastard
Dont cross line bitch nigga it’s a Hazard
Had to Dolemite slap him it was tragic
I do da work wit no Aides
Christmas lights through car windows
In Southern California it never snows and that's fine by me
Let's go to that Starbucks drive-thru then drive
Let me tell you about the southern belle
I used to know her so very well
I was young and well into my teens
A cocky kid in a T-shirt and jeans
strolled where the Andes kiss the sky
Through palms filled with silken moss
'Twas there that we cried and kissed goodbye
By the light of the Southern
warm nut on your breasts
Ain't nothin' fuckin' with them bitches
(nah) from the West
Eternally thug nigga, Hilfiger made by Tommy
So when I speak hope
The scent of smoke on desert wind
Beneath the Southern Cross
Far beyond where time begins
And generations lost
I could not be further from you now
You want me to cross the border?
Well come on baby
YOu want me to cross the border?
Well come on baby
They call me A.J., A.K.A. Ant Jones
And aye,
By My Side
It's all right I'm not lost,
I've got a reading on the Southern Cross,
And I've been listening to the radio,
For signs of new life,
strolled where the Andes kiss the sky
Through palms filled with silken moss
'Twas there that we cried and kissed goodbye
By the light of the Southern
the eye you can't pretend
And may your winning streak
May it never end
And may the sign of the Southern Cross
Be some comfort to you when you're lost
jaw
Lies are told in a southern drawl
Poor-house poverty's your shtick
The real thing would kill you quick
Rise, again we will rise
Blood
Lies are told in a southern drawl
Poor-house poverty's your shtick
The real thing would kill you quick
Rise, again we will rise
Blood and fire used
on the Southern railroad.
It was 97, the fastest train
Ever ran the Southern line,
All the freight trains and passengers take the side for 97,
For she's bound
someone that was Never my friend
People change just like the leaves in the fall
Gladys moved a couple states pulled by a uhaul
The train never wrecked it
of mind
Everyone punishing me all the time
(Why?)
But don't cross your boundaries and think that it's cool
Misguided by darkness and lost on the road
my wilder friends
Looking for some other way to fly
And three days straight was no big feat
Could get by with no food or sleep
And crazy was
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