Lyrics:
The Girl Gets Her Guy
Written and Recorded by Alan Ballard
Wyte with some rednecks
Crawlin' up in that box Chevy
Same size as a truck (Ah yeah)
Call it candy painted twice
White god damn bulls
It's gotti always
And I know you must judge us but please
Please you must understand
We were led by the neverbeen people
To a neverworld land
Rattled every third bead
the pain
Better than you could pussy you ain't even staged!
I'm shooting buckets in the game call me Alan Rey
Like to you stewart little bitches i got no
Give me your tired and your poor
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free
Icebreaker!
I know a silent nation in dislocation
Frustration from
in my mama yard, sittin' on E's
I'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee
Just know what's free
You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't
Making your mark
Don't leave me here in the dark
Set me free
Call me a saint
That's what I ain't
Inside my head
Maybe I'd feel better dead
Making your mark
Don't leave me here in the dark
Set me free
Call me a saint
That's what I ain't
Inside my head
Maybe I'd feel better dead
of an eagle|And the wings of my emotions|Don't dare to call me yours|Baby I'm not your hero|and little by little|time is going down to zero|call it hell or call it
tight so tight
They call me free but I call me a fool
They call me free but I call me a fool
Well I look back at April, but she won't look back at me
and conceited
I'm sucker free, sucker ducking, so tell them suckers to beat it
Don't fuck with me busta, trust me your future will be deleted
Such a G, ain't no
cars by the three's, Bitches call me papa Johns 'cause I keep that extra cheese
Overseas in the sun, livin' for the fun in Milan with some bad bitches
your problems I won't say
All my problems u will say
Nah nah
Tell them niggas ur engaged
Tell them niggas ur safe
Yeah yeah
Bella I even call you my
constructing the ark, whenever the chiefs of his people passed by him, they made a mockery of him
He said, If you mock us, so do we mock at you likewise for your
found you in pain
Broken man
Waiting to be fixed by me
Waiting for my healing
Are you my dream man?
Your hair, long to make me touch it
Those eyes,
I feel like the realest nigga in the world
I feel like tonight I want to fuck your girl
I feel like the richest, realest nigga in it (I am)
Free my
don't call me a rapper I'm more than that
By the way
See it's Usain Bolt on a bitch how I snap on tracks
By the way
Turn these thousands to millions,
the bible
Can you give me a call when you reach upon arrival
Sure thing my brother, so what is your location
What you need from where? I'm sittin' at the taxi
normally, but strange ringed like that in black.
It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shouting in vain,
Maybe someone hears what
I used to call it home, now I need some space
Getting high everyday, getting by other days
Wish I had a place I could go, but for now I'll stay
Preyed
a lens
It's probably CNN or a gif
I could rat-a tatter
Your brain matter get scattered
And served up on a platter
They call it data, baiting cappers
I'm
beulah
I am your delight
My lover
You call me beulah
You call me hephzibah
Verse 2
Now i am free
Loved
And i am chosen
No longer bound by the words
are saved and set free By the Son of God
Then you truly will be free Indeed
Listen Ya'll Galatians chapter Five verse one says: it is for Freedom that
I don't mind
Take your time
Live your life
You're free
I don't mind
Live your life
Take your time
You're free
I don't mind how I pass my time
Too
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