Lyrics:
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
The nighttime hears the wheels rush by
While lovers are fast asleep
There's Bob Wills and a ten piece band Rollin in an ol' Flex Bus
He played last night in
first 8-Ball at 120
Broke it drown and flipped it for 3
Did it a couple times, flipped OZs
From there, I was on my way keys
Got saved by the rap game
my eyes and take a ride inside
Feel the breeze blow by, I'm getting' you high
Bob Nesta said it best everything will make
I listened' to the wind
and him taking showers
While I'm here with my heart filled up for you with flowers
Toxic energies that's what I've seen
Maybe the grass looks greener than
the meat in ya girl mouth watch her melt
going through hoes just a notch on my belt
She drinking me I gots the be Welch
Toot my horn I'm just feeling
Spent all my dough on my linens
Lack the melanin to be embellishing
Lyrical Ritalin Hellish and riddling
What the Hell is it
Just a middle man blessed by
can do is
Try again, try again, try again
Try again girl
Tiring, Tiring
I'm so tired of where I've been
Bob and weave, hide and bend
All to look good in
Here i go go again
Trying to get more dough
I dont need no more
Friends
Next year be my best year
Yeah im going loco
And
To the ones that said i
I wear shoes to bed
Paint teeth on my lips
Trench foot, gangrened for the win
Blitzkrieg bopper
Petitioned out of shit's creek proper
The only
home first I guess and then Bob and then Tommy and then Dan
By then dad's hair was turning white and I sort of had to be mama's little man
But you
home first I guess and then Bob and then Tommy and then Dan
By then dad's hair was turning white and I sort of had to be mama's little man
But you
my apologies to Bob, pass the horn!
No need for false alarm
Word up!
The Nuyopian charm is for show back again
It's rememberin' the was
a parking lot.
Don’t wanna break my heart, babe.
You wouldn’t break my heart, don’t wanna break my heart, babe.
You wouldn’t break my heart, don’t wanna
play my part
So love me like an asshole
But treat me like a sweet heart
All up in the game trying to see a whore bust
I fuck a retard stupid on the back
operator
If you need help, try, try again
Try, try again
[Wyclef Jean]
I got it started to my face
I got it started to my face,
handle
Don't break what you don't understand
Goddamn! We back again
Kill the Indian, save the man
Put the knife on my back and I go berserk
I don't
their hearts to beat when they see me in person
How is it a 50/50 if I need reimbursing?
They can't drink from my table
If they're not putting
welcome
And this for everyone that having doubt i hope this your jam welchs
I been sipping with my sibling
Told him i been sinking feeling distant
He said
our home was blessed
When daddy'd say mama sing a song
Sister left home first I guess then Bob and Tommy and Dan
By then dad's hair was turning grey
deckin', rubber neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like
me by
(Nevertheless, I'll say it again)
She keeps on pass-
When I dream of fairytales I think of me and Shelly
See she's my type of hype and I
me by
(Nevertheless, I'll say it again)
She keeps on pass-
When I dream of fairytales I think of me and Shelly
See she's my type of hype and I
Episode one
Meet my friends
By Kerri Renton
Illustrated by Jason Howe
In the great Australian outback
Where the cowboys and cowgirls live
The night
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