Lyrics:
shoes
Box-back coat and a stetson hat
Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain
So the boys will know I died standing pat
I went down to St. James
Moving up til I Die Hard
All ya niggas cutthroat
Hang em up call em "box-coat"
(Yeah, yeah)
Fucking that bitch on the low
I'm fucking that bitch
straight-lace shoes
Box-back coat and a Stetson hat
Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain
So the boys'll know that I died standin' pat
straight-lace shoes
Box-back coat and a Stetson hat
Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain
So the boys'll know that I died standin' pat
when I die, bury me in my straight-leg britches
Put on a box-back coat and a Stetson hat
Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain
So you can
when I die, bury me in my straight-leg britches
Put on a box-back coat and a Stetson hat
Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain
So you can
going to find another lover man like me
When I die, I want you to dress me in straight lace shoes
I want a box back coat and a stetson hat
I want
that Southern drawl
And that's what I like about the South
Here comes old Parson with all the news
Box back coat and button shoes
All paid up with his
in straight lace shoes
I wanna a box back coat and a Stetson hat
Put a twenty dollar gold piece on my watch chain
So the boys'll know that I died
& rick
I'm showing the blue like a crip
But you know I'm not a crip yeah
Slide-in my socks
Jump in the box
Orange coat like you dressed as a fox
You suck
Is it love is it lust while i'm diggin her guts
And I tell her I needah 'er
We be runnin a fever
Like Covid we got
Wrist frosty like flakes inna box
me in my straight-leg britches
Put on a box-back coat and a Stetson hat
Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain
So you can let all the boys
Please, please forget me
See my baby there
She's stretched out on a long white table
Put on a box-back coat and a stetson hat
Put a twenty-dollar gold piece
like me.
Now, when I die, bury me in my straight-leg britches,
Put on a box-back coat and a stetson hat,
Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch
Oh, the Secrets In This Box
She wears a coat and hat, for the rain
Takes pills to ease, lovers pain
She lays with wet roses, on his grave
Clock ticks
twelve, fuck twelve, fuck twelve, fuck twelve
All my homies fucking with 666
Cat box
Schrodinger's coat with some fat rocks
Safe isn't safe 'til the gat
as a joke
He drilled her up in the sentry box, wrapped up a the
Soldiers coat
And the drums did go with a rat-ta-ta-tat and the fifes
Did loudly play,
search this wide world over
But she'll never find a sweet man like me.
When I die, want you to dress me in straight laced shoes
A box back coat
room
Dropping bombs on your fur coat with a box, ka-boom
Watching the Mets putting shit on your TV sets
In the shower
You won't be able to watch
a high school lame I'm catching Up
Slat Slat Slat
Eww my slime don’t wipe it up
Pull Up in Range Goo Skirt
Pull Up in A ice box Brrr
Nice Coat On
Are You
ruler of the beat and the vox
Breezy tonic, fresh like rain
My beat mans cruel, he's the freakiest box banger
Fox hangin' on my coat, rocks hangin'
Baby wanna play with my chain though
Hundreds and 50s that's my lingo
Please don't fuck up my pink coat
Hot box in the room no window
I met you
the contents of the box, t-shirts, sweatshirts, coats, and socks
Drive the nail through the head, or you'll lie awake in bed
Come the questions in the calm,
man like Harry.
Now, when I die, I wanna be buried
In a box with a black coat and a stetson hat
I want a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain,
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