Lyrics:
in the sack
And Janey she took the wheel
And they ran off in a blaze in a sweet summer haze,
To the bullets of the cashier
"You keep your head
all mine
When she opened her mouth
And started to talk about
About a paradise Earth
Then I became a convert
I said the girl was so sweet
But
I move to enter past the gates yet I'm met with it's grasp
Slow down son, there's things to discuss such as family
But first, let us talk about
herb, by the curb, but I ain't gone chill for too long though
'Cause on that there block, them white folks be hot
Shoot up to wards Claybourne, make
By the way you're right, death is health, that's true.
Now you gonna lie, now you gonna try try to run for your life
Fake your silly smile, try to stop
a little more
So little girl won't you sit by me?
Over here
So I can whisper sweet nothings in your ear
And I just
Just wanna listen to what you have
Let's hear it for the boy
Let's hear it for my baby
My baby he don't talk sweet
He ain't got much to say
But he loves me loves me loves me
I know
Little Miss Cecilia Green
Little over sweet sixteen
But the cutest flapper that you've ever seen
When the fellows pass her by
She will always
you're trying to forget. As we walk across the park on the iced over grass you start to talk about all the times when, and all the nights when,
There's a woman in the balcony weeping,
Licking her lips at the fall.
There's a boy in the bathroom who talks to the blade,
Choking back the rage
me!
You laid me to death, now lay me to rest
A sticky sweet-nothing to get off your chest
It's all pillow-talk at the end of the day
The cat's got
Knocked his ass out and kissed
Him on the cheek, uh
He fucked up just by thinking I was sweet, uh
I run this city, might have
Thought I wore some
cemetery
Real-life visionary, not preliminary
My kingdom is ruled by vikings
Why we can't have nice things
When that hunger rings watch how
They resort
Mention my name for clout (What?)
People be talk 'til I run in they mouth
(Yeah)
Since I'm the topic of all the discussion
I came through your block just
picture this?
My sweet moans in your ear
While fuckin' me slow (Me slow)
Baby, go deep, please don't stop
You're on a roll, your body froze
Baby, you don't
Allons! We must not stop here
However sweet these laid-up stores
However convenient this dwelling
We cannot remain here
However sheltered this port
What's the issue, dear?
Why are you holding back from such a man?
Is it the clumpy way he walks?
Or the grumpy way he talks
with you
Intoxicated
Mindless talk I've heard before
Sweet revelation
She don't want me no more
Yeah
I don't know if
I'll ever see you again
And that everyone’s honest eventually
A bunch of years ago I got taken
By someone who said that shed
Get me stuff for free
Lots of talk, sweet molasses
sells a bit of grass and hots up cars
Talks of travel never gets far
Loves his kids but left his wife
An everyday story of country life
Country life
stubborn
It's just southern
Southern
Mm
It ain't the cliches, it ain't the jokes
It ain't the drawl when you talk to folks
By the grace of God, we
Called me up this morning trying to talk all sweet. Checking out my feelings wondering should we meet. Said you lost your temper when I said good by
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