Lyrics:
it’s dateline
Man she looking good by the waistline
Splash on that shit like it’s high tide
Man she looking good by the bedside woah
Fuck it Imma get it
by her bedside
Tears begin to fill our eyes
Then she called me close beside her
And whispered softly her good-byes
Pine trees blowing cross
sucked my dick on pine box
I'ma casket you, bastard
Swimming lessons at Lake Placid
You better practice
Here's one for you
This is battery acid
Pennywise
Wife bedside, the good sons says his goodbyes
A voice from a pine box
Come to me, come to me, come to me
Wife bedside, the good son says his goodbyes
Promised me that you were mine
Then put me in this box of Pine
The grass grows green and the flowers bloom
They all decorate my tomb
The grass grows green
If you was in a pine box (box)
I would surely break the lock
I'd jump right in an-and fall asleep (I fall asleep)
'Cau-'cau-'cause you are
to the blue.G7 F see D7 C7I'll watch o'er the baby and tend him with care and each night by his bedside I'll kneelC E7 F see G7 CAnd if tears do not stop me I'll
I last slung my blade
But there ain’t enough saints in the south to keep me from the bed I’ve made
I got a pine box waiting out on piss ant hill
If
I last slung my blade
But there ain’t enough saints in the South to keep me from the bed I’ve made
I got a pine box waiting out on piss ant hill
If
Hi haters, how you doin
I know you niggas in the back
Lookin stupid, I know you wanna
Gimmie two to my head put me in
A pine box fill a nigga with
the light o' day or under the peak-faced moon;
In cabin or dance-hall, camp or dive, mucklucks or patent shoon;
On velvet tundra or virgin peak, by glacier,
when I was younger
There would be pretty barrettes
Watching sunsets by the lakeside
A box of trinkets
A case of cassettes by my bedside
If I could
Couple hours 'till dark
Wishing one would walk by
Might as well left my gun in the gun rack
Been here all day all I killed a 12-pack
Sittin' here
say it's love when its not
They'll send you to war and you'll
Return in a pine box
Somehow they'll claim it's your fault
They killed that little child
younger
There would be pretty barrettes
Watching sunsets by the lakeside
A box of trinkets
A case of cassettes by my bedside
If I could only do that I'd say
me what was mine
She's commin' back to stay here in the valley
She's returning in a simple box of pine
I guess I'll take a ride by the river
Even
My youngest son came home today
His friends marched with him all the way
The pipes and drum beat out the time
While in his box of polished pine
Like
Pine Box
Written by EmiSunshine, Alisha Hamilton, Betsi McGrath
I was a gambler
And I rarely came home
I played my music
from Gainesville to Rome
Throw the drop, or slip an object, if not then missing
Nine shot, pop a clip in, pine box the opposition
Put him in formal dress, right hand across
kicking with the crime mob
Fuck around get outlined with some white chalk
In a pine box
Uh All the cool kids gon skate down the sidewalk
In the hallways
Nigga wanna play we gone put em on fox
Send his ass off in a box, I'm on his head like a spot
I be wherever you not, you can get flipped like a flop
I
Throw the drop, or slip an object, if not then missing
Nine shot, pop a clip in, pine box the opposition
Put him in formal dress, right hand across
somewhere
I got a jar of shells by my bedside
I got a silver train running outside
I got a heart running wild, running wild
Love is such a temporary
My youngest son came home today
His friends marched with him all the way
The fife and drum beat out the time
While in his box of polished pine
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