Lyrics:
that gave birth to them
Lies, cries, blind from the decent man's eyes
Drenched in sweat, blood and a rapist friend
Why, bro I'm lying if I comprehend
I,
of man
Can I kick it?
Like Ronda Rousey
Talk a lot of shit on social media on Friday
Get that ass kicked Saturday
Wake up Sunday, ill and drowsy
to me that's a Saturday
Selfridges for a new purchase
What you know about white robes n room service
My Worker rang he's got bands for me
im with
Where I wasted saturdays
And fell into your embrace
By the time it was over I'd sobered up
Singing summer songs till October and then give them up
When I
our minds
On this Tennessee Saturday night
Actin' like this Bud Light is a Corona and lime
And this green grass is that sand so white
All that you
But, If you're Thinkin'
About My Baby it Don't Matter If You're
Black Or White they Print My Message
In The Saturday Sun i Had To Tell Them
I Ain't
the dogmas and lies
Man in white
Terrorize
Pray for chaos and demise
Man in white
Tyrannize
Spreading the dogmas and lies
Man in white
Terrorize
Pray for
neck they still uplifted themselves
By themselves through the fire they literally walked through hell
That's why we say white devils, because they tried
neck they still uplifted themselves
By themselves through the fire they literally walked through hell
That's why we say white devils, because they tried
Saturday night and it's gettin' late
I'm gettin' hungry, I just can't wait
Not just any kind of burger will do
I'm being hit by those
White
my heart at Wounded Knee
Deep in the Earth
Cover me with pretty lies
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Huh
They got these energy companies that want
heart at Wounded Knee
Deep in the Earth
Cover me with pretty lies
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
They got these energy companies that want the land
and all.
When shall I see again my gray mare ?
All along down along out along lea.
By Friday noon or Saturday soon,
With Bill Brewer, etc.
Then Friday came
lies
I'm s-s-so sick of you, so sick of you
Sick of feeling right by your side
What you don't know is how great it feels
To let you go
I'm happier alone
up and try to fit in
Dixie is by grace, country ain't a choice
You can't choose or change the south in our voice
It's more than just orange and white
But, if you're thinkin' about my baby
It don't matter if you're black or white
They print my message in the Saturday Sun
I had to tell them I ain't
Betty Marion White Ludden (Born January 17, 1922)
Is an American actress and comedian
With the longest television career of any entertainer, spanning
Diana)
Annie, are you ok? Annie, are you ok?
Are you ok Annie? You've been hit by
You've been hit by a Smooth Criminal
I took my baby
To a Saturday bang
Cruisin' on the white line
Is the only way to make time
Down on Main Street Saturday night
Everybody thinks they're so cool
On Main Street
Saturday
last Saturday hit Ruth Chris, and both us ate T-Bone Steaks, okay
No I can't do shit with a QP, I need a full plate
Bro call my phone, say i'll make
(Everything white)
Like the privilege on my streets
(Everything white)
Like grandpa's costume sheets
(Everything white)
Like the lies I tell my
and Montague
Fire and ice
wicked white lies
..
Baby I guess dying by your side is the best way to die
Baby I guess dying by your side is the best way to die
fallen
They had hunted high and low
But winter had come early
And she had been covered up by snow
It took an hour to cut her
From the spot where she
I'd rather be hurt by the truth than comforted with a lie
Maybe someday those lies'll actually be exposed and die
Yo, don't go follow the fame, the same
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