Lyrics:
, raised all our monthlies (whoa)
More booked then kindle
Old flame want rekindle
Bitch mama said I can't have company, so
Booked 'cause you know how
when I sat down to tea
With that young man from the country what kept company with me
Fal-de-raa, fal-de-ree
Young man from the country what kept company
Double barrel shotgun totin
I live back in the 4 wheel drive
Country boy can survive
Country pimp in the sticks
A ton of cows, a couple hicks
Skoal
I don't know what it's gon' take for niggas to realize
One dart from the barrel will leave you paralyzed
Cut all the sirens and shit, just enjoy
Enough 'bout me
Let's get some privacy
To talk & spill the tea
The gossip's ju-uicy
At Numbuh 5
We spit and rhyme
And Four's a tale as old as time
Chorus:
Catch a gunshot tryna fuck wit me
TWELVE on my back like Brady I bought the bucks with me
THE WAY THE BARREL Gone CHEW EM ITS GLUTTONY
walked by
So I said
Girl I'd like to get know ya
How'd you like your cup of tea
I could text you in the morning
I can keep you company
So put your number
toast
And pickled spines of porcupines
And then a great big roast
And dragon's flesh, quite old, not fresh
It costs a buck at most
It comes to you in
Well, if you're looking for a winner, then you know you've got to go with me.
I've got more ashes than Wednesday and you know I can brew my tea
you keep?
Which one of us exercises on the old treadmill,
Who hides his head, pretending to sleep?
Smile your little smile take some tea with me
to stay
So they're sellin' that old homeplace lock stock and barrel
There's ma's old churn they're sellin' that right now
Many hours I'd pass that old
trynna spill the tea, that ain't my cup of tea
Trynna wine and dine spend all this time she let me fuck for free
They say misery loves company, I'm getting
Don't like to smoke
Too old to party all night long
I've lived the nightlife
It's just the same old song
Now I love my Malbec, Hungarian beef stew
polluted, stinking town --
[COMPANY]
Tea, girls, warm, sweet
Some are set up in the Somerset Maugham suite
[THE AMERICAN]
Get Thai'd! You're talking
of buttered toast
And pickled spines of porcupines
And then a great big roast
And dragon's flesh, quite old, not fresh
It costs a buck at most
It comes
Twenty-third of December
Covered in snow
You in the kitchen
With the lights way down low
I'm in the parlor playing my old guitar
Speaking
Twenty-third of December
Covered in snow
You in the kitchen
With the lights way down low
I'm in the parlor playing my old guitar
Speaking to you,
what I called her, magaretta
I heard about the fire too, I'm sorry
My brother had a company that got burnt down on him
if you haven't run out can I
don't show love to me
Reason why you not my company
Only surround myself with winners
No more beginners
Hard to make new friends
Cause all they do is see
want no company, no way)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Simple life's my cup of tea
I don't need nobody but me
What I wouldn't give just to be left alone
I wanna
company
Please give me my space
I'm so tired of the same old things
Recycling my feelings
Flying off my rocker fighting writers block it's killing
I be
bubble tea
I told that bitch bring money you ain't gettin shit for free
Used to ride dirt bikes on the street with a permit
Cops tryna grab me they can
do, it ain't no probably
I know my haters watching me
Want me at the bottom of the barrel
Want me not to breathe
Want me fighting my entire life
It's been too loo-ooo-oong
Sipping on green tea lemonade
Wanderlust; we've got it made
Can't wait to finally get away
From what feels like my life
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