Lyrics:
Loretta Lynn
On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross
The emblem of suffering and shame
And I love that old cross where the dearest and best
For
Stand By Your Man. That's what I'm talkin' about.
Dolly Parton, Loretta Lynn, Connie Smith, Johnny Paycheck, remember him - Take This Job and Shove It;
Poor White Folks [Instrumental]
Uncle Pen Album
By Bill Monroe & His Bluegrass Boys
The entire album is 'Instrumental'. These include tracks:
1.
the side of the road
Where the mighty light of God's great mercy fload
There was prayin' shoutin' singin' till the country side was ringin'
Brush arbors by
I went pop and made millions, now all I do is chop samples
Egon's finest, peanuts after like I was Linus
Followed by that College Park next, that's
Ain't nobody dippin' out the back of the club like, "Oh my God he's trippin'"
Only time you get the blade is probably with the dang lawn equipment, ain't
on the wheel, who said we wasn't
Dying of thirst
Dying of thirst
Dying of thirst
Dope on the corner
Look at the coroner
Daughter is dead
Mother is
to switch the hue 'cause them LA boys smuggy
But more likely to get hurt by somebody who love me
My lady, she don't trust me (nah), know I'm a sick puppy
to fade
Dead wrong pageantry, lottery and games
Sleight of hand provided by extravagant and fake
The carnival tilt bell the hustle for the age
They
renaissance
And I know that my debutantes
Been keeping the legacy going
By flowing so involuntarily seamless
Me and my team is finally reaping
What we been
Brother Jim was born a man of mystery
Mother Lynn claimed Jim would save the world someday
Little Jim saved souls of cats who'd found their end
By
town
Hopefully by the time you hear this
Me and your mother will have come around
Instead of always cutting each other down
God willing, I got
an album that'll put a smile on Malcolm
Make Martin Luther tell God I'm the future for Heaven's talent
No tarot card reading; I'm foreseeing you niggas
of shit was never given to me
That shits a fallacy told by the enemy
Trying to get ahead of me
They dead to me, everybody dead to me
Everybody know that
thunder
Now I feel strange when I walk by his mother
It's fucked up that's how the ball bounce
The cookie crumbles
That's what the guns do dead you
a fuck who it is
Don't let em fuck yo' paper man, please Big
Focus your mind man, do your albums, make them hot joints
Man fuck these niggaz man
Fuck
a fuck who it is
Don't let em fuck yo' paper man, please Big
Focus your mind man, do your albums, make them hot joints
Man fuck these niggaz man
Fuck
one to blame, I'm ashamed I let Nas down
But this is God's plan, you could never understand, fuck it
Long live the idols, may they never be your
back,
Cause Aint no Half Stepping/
Dead in the middle of little Italy with no weapon/
Streets is Watchin
Websites poppin/
Haters keep trippin
Thank God
team, is like souls in a dream
I watch brother show off and die off of CREAM
I speak for the dead souls that's locked in a bean
I speak for the dead
Last time I checked my
"black" don't come off
Homie, everything I say and do
Is black by default
And this might be confusing, a change-up
Just don't let
Of terrible smells and dead flies in the light fixture
I listen to the oldies station, half asleep and kind of smokey
Girl in the next room is howling like
died and rappers out to dethrone me (uh)
For they crown they head is cut off, bodies is laid
Dead in the street, it's so fuckin' pitiful
First, they
Fam, take me to where the bars is at
Take me to the street where the bars is at
J.I.D, DJ Drama, let's get it
Ok, I'm mounted up (huh)
High off
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