Lyrics:
Born on a mountain top in Tennessee
greenest state in the land of the free
raised in the woods so he knew ev'ry tree
kilt him a be 'are when he
to Tennessee
And now I'm singing at open bars
I wanna be a cowboy in Miami
A hiker in Brooklyn
A volunteer in Kentucky
And a blind Man whose lookin
A palm tree
and Michigan added Florida and Texas
And in Texas five thousand men under Santa Anna
Had crossed the Rio Grande headed for San Antonio
David Crockett left
my bona fide sluts
When I cum, they touch tongues and share that nut
Got a white chick down in Florida named Sasha
On my mama, her head golden like
says not a mission, there's no Taigs allowed
Guy in the broo: here, what about this here course
Six weeks intern, Loyalist Volunteer Force
Pension looks
in kitchens after lunch
Talk shit to christians ask to volunteer as martyrs
Wasted time with arguments, with my demons and my father (aha)
Living life
the mistake I had made
Part of a conquering army
With the morals of a bayonet blade
So in the midst of these poor, dying Catholics
Screaming children,
a choice to be celibate volunteers ... Satan awaits them in hell!
the mistake I had made
Part of a conquering army
With the morals of a bayonet blade
So in the midst of these poor, dying Catholics
Screaming children,
be lenient when they take over
Let us make the CBC talk English
Let us all lean in one direction
And float down to the coast of Florida
Let us have
Born on a mountain top in Tennessee
Greenest state in the land of the free
Raised in the woods so he knew ev'ry tree
Kilt him a be 'are when he
a piece of his choosing make that nigga bon appetite
Take a trip down to Florida there I spot
That neighborhood watch volunteer lick a shot
Watch him drop
Anybody want my volunteers
Im comin back like the Cavaliers
Don't be all over my dick wen I go up locked in my souvenirs
Im full forcin in shit I done
time, don't volunteer we know that its foolish
That's how we make things disappear, Don Lewis
So let's talk about the from Florida Carole Baskin
At least
Born on a mountain top in Tennessee,
Greenest state in the Land of the Free,
Raised in the woods so's he knew ev'ry tree,
Kilt him a b'ar when he was
of something big come out of Gretna Florida
And you can rise above the odds, with ambition and God
As for haters y'all can get on ya job
Hard knock life made it
Hoping that it lies at the bottom of a bottle
Wishing god lives in a needle
There's no victims, only volunteers over here
Dear it's simple, blind
enough. I don't gamble enough
I like to ramble 'bout why I don't gamble
An airport in Florida, could fly off the handle
Could volunteer for this rough ride
on a speedboat
I spent time in puerto rico
Next airline i'm going to rio
If she fine we do a trio
I'll pass a dime put you at the free throw
Look how my diamonds
thinking in I gotta open up
But I don’t wanna press nobody so I keep it in
Living with this Catholic guilt
Wear it over my heart like I’m a man of a guild
cultures, hard to tell that I'm a foreigner
Best choice I ever made was to go isolate in Florida
Rap releases pain, don't do it for the hell of it
Create my
plugged it in
Drove by her old house today
Her room was in the yard
Just ashes and cinder block
Last I heard she moved to Florida
To marry a volunteer
combs
You got you own place I still ask you when you coming come
It's complicated we big auras
We need more time like 5th quarters
We Do Florida when it's
and Florida too
Where the fuck is Baby Taeo Show Season 2
That was way back when we was just little
Now we grown up
Just like Malcolm in the middle
We gonna
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