Lyrics:
a little, yeah there we go yeah, uh yeah
[Bizzy Bone]
Born in the poverty probably we never get off the monopoly, won't we just stop it
With all
beni mu syrup
Damn! can't get enough
You no be Justin Skye but you know what's up
Can I call you to the bar?
Me I won't Judge(George) you toba wo Buba
be waiting here for you,
Until the day you turn around,
Saying I need you,
Oh and I pray it won't be long,
Till I can hold you in these arms,
And I'll
an attack on
You? Is it control? Why do you
Need to have control over my
Life? because we’re not together?
Then why? Is
This being rewarded and praised by
more than you know
The only place that feels like I'm home
It's West by God, West by God Virginia
Where it's almost heaven and wild and wonderful
It's
We're sorry to be saying that we won't be coming home
We won't be on the photographs or funny videos
We won't be there so we can't share the usual
is the game we play
But I just won't play by those rules
Baby, I'm not lost
I'ma keep it one hundred, tell you what I want
So there be no surprises
While you play t by George Jones and Darrell Edwards
he leading part
Cause the flowers will bloom eternally
[Repeat: x2]
Your leaving, it will bring
OLD TIME ROCK AND ROLL
Writers George Jackson, Thomas Jones
Just take those old records off the shelf
I'll sit and listen to 'em by myself
Today's
how powerful they are and how hard it is to stop.
But I trot on and try to let by-gones, be by-gones, by George, I think he’s got it now.
Chorus -
baby
(Georgia) I'm still praying with you
Everybody crying but
(Georgia) ain't nobody tried
There's no doubt on my mind, it was
(Georgia) Bush! We from
and it's another round for the old man humming
to George Jones his friends are coming
to drink their unemployment down
on Friday night, American small town
won't be there forever
Empty bottles of wine will sit on the side for days
I narrate in my head all social events
I guess that they'll
Say I live like
with the Stones
Once He even opened up a three-way package
In Southern California for old George Jones
[Chorus]
The years went by like sweet
Huey Newton
I feel it, it's in the air
White cop with a stare
New judge in the chair
This shit hittin' the fan
But me, I'ma be smart and legalize my shit
a fancy car
brand new game
got a lawyer on your side
Hoping that wind won't change the tide oh
fame
fame
a wonderful thang
If you don't let it get
Oh the sand keeps falling through the hourglass
And there's no way you're going to slow it down
You say we gotta treasure each moment
Who knows
abnormal, like you
There's privacy for a reason, Rand, it's true
So let me go out here
Far away
You don't want me anymore
OK I get it
Just let me be out here
and uh
Oh, no, we won't stop
Till no more black homies
Are killed by cops, and uh
Hell naw, we won't rest
Till we get everything off our chest
No sleep
They really wanted me to do it
Huh
Well let's get it then
George Jones
Top of the morning
Lets give Him glory
Spitting my story
In cacciatore
That's
it for a loved one
Who won't mind the attention
Yes they won't mind
A country song is so easy to sing
And easy to play on the guitar as well
There's
little mammy, what'll it be? hips or lips?
Harry snatches sister ob'dewlla 'x' away from thing-fish, bashing himself with it in an irrational manner.
a partial deed
We rented a house on the lake
Just like everyone else can
Then a wonderful lady left her house to be closer to her kids
And we snapped it up
We'd like to do a poem for you called:
"The Revolution Will Not Be Televised"
Primarily because it won't be
You will not be able to stay home,
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