Lyrics:
The way that you smile when
I can spot you in the crowd,
your sweet talkin' baby,
I can hear your voice right now,
You got me feelin' lost in your
Going for a road trip in Idaho
My friends had money but no place to go
Sitting in the car, what have I done?
Looking for some fun
The tank was full
Going for a road trip in Idaho
My friends had money but no place to go
Sitting in the car, what have I done?
Looking for some fun
The tank was full
and I've not said a word
But now Lawd God, let my poor voice be heard.
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.
If I had rubies
the morning DJ at W*O*L*D
Playing all the hits for you wherever you may be
The bright good-morning voice who's heard but never seen
Feeling all of forty-five
a black card, and a black phantom
With a white bitch in Idaho, I do the same thing in (Montana)
Got a thick bitch in Atlanta, got a redbone in the Chi
Got
Fuck y'all mad at me for
Got a black card, and a black phantom
With a white bitch in Idaho, I do the same thing in (Montana)
Got a thick bitch in
the road
Keep your lights down, keep your voice down low
Wear your hair down, whichever way you go
And I'll meet you in Idaho
Three kids in the back
private Idaho
Still, you hear a voice that's calling out your name
Though it's faint sometimes
It's always there
What if I was on your side all along?
to my voice if I stay silent when black people are dying
Then I'm trying to be politically correct?
I can book a whole tour, sell out the tickets
Rap
everything
He took her for his only one
He took her out of Coventry and over to Idaho
But the war wound that he carried home
wasn't really visible
When
a black card, and a black phantom
With a white bitch in Idaho, I do the same thing in (Montana)
Got a thick bitch in Atlanta, got a redbone in the Chi
Got
at her skeptically
'Cause baby girl got all the right weaponry
Designer fabric, shoes, and accessories
Chinky eyes, sweet voice is f- with me mentally
at her skeptically
'Cause baby girl got all the right weaponry
Designer fabric, shoes, and accessories
Chinky eyes, sweet voice is f- with me mentally
in the park
I rocked the many places far away from my home
I guess that must be the reason why I'm so well known
I rocked from Iowa to Idaho, Canada
he's original, he's eccentric,
he's wavy, he's stylish, he's intellectual,
like he's the voice of a new generation, no doubt
So many people ask me
would say sexy voice)]
Yo I see you chillin' in that cherry beemer
Have you ever met a man with canary fever?
I ain't talkin' 'bout a piss colored diamond
Way sicker than vibrato
I shake the hoes down with gelato
That extra sweet
Kinds bitter voice
That you love and you all know
Woah
That's Chris Jose for
the park
I rocked the many places far away from my home
I guess that must be the reason why I'm so well known
I rocked from Iowa to Idaho, Canada
in the park
I rocked the many places far away from my home
I guess that must be the reason why I'm so well known
I rocked from Iowa to Idaho, Canada
on different days
And everybody wonder how I stay so blazed
I'm like a sickness; I'm like a sickness but there is no cure
And when you hear my voice don't it
looks spraked back you think he hit the pipa
His voice is kinda raspy like he has a gripa
Vatos chismosos que les pega envida
Fuck em
It aint no thang
In a hospital bed with stiff linen sheets
With a tired old voice he's starting to sing
"Have I done any good in the world?"
That was years ago, I
thicking, she from Idaho
Keep on thinking, keeping believing um that I don't ho
Wanna hear my voice just hear it through the auto tone
Fall up way up out ya
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