Lyrics:
Ridin' with my tool stocked
Who shot
Eighth up in my tube socks
Smoking til' my lungs are black and blue
Bum biddy bum, bum biddy bum bay
Bu-bum
been fun cause it ain't...
Don't think I don't love you cause I don't
ONCE A DAY
(Bill Anderson)
« © '64 Moss Rose Publications »
When I found
Roy Acuff Minnie Pearl Eddy Aronld Johnny Cash Willie Nelson
Randy Travis Garth Brooks Reba McIntire Whispering Bill Anderson
Whispering Bill Anderson
And it's full of shit.
Bum bum bum bum, bum bum bum bum.
Bum bum bum bum.
Bluetac and cella-tape, that's been hit by a truck
One chop-stick, an ash-tray
thunes (bass)
Jay anderson (string bass)
Ed mann (percussion)
Chad wackerman (drums)
Ike willis (vocals)
Terry bozzio (vocals)
Dale bozzio (vocals)
Taxpayers are where
The cash comes from.
Yet he treats us like
A bunch of bums!
Joe’s 1 part demented.
1 part corrupt!
...2 parts skilled
trust no clowns
I can not do no fakes, so bums is not Allowed
We screaming fuck the ops, Late Night on overtime
We baggin dolla signs, bill counters Go
a sissy out o' him
Not him! Not my boy! Not Bill
[Chorus:]
Bill, I will see that he is named after me, I will
My boy, Bill! He'll be tall
And tough
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
I'm from a small hood and we big on respect
You get your money up, you go big on your neck
Hit the dealership and go big on the Vette
By any means,
IT'S JUST GONNA TAKE SOME GETTING USED TO
(Bill Anderson)
« © '74 Stallion Music »
It's not that I can't get up in the morning and go fry myself
plans
When rent is due, you run those bills, or run me those hands
I'll raise the prices on the block
By buying up all the housing stock
You say I'm bad,
WHISKEY LULLABY
Writers Bill Anderson, Jon Randall
RECORDED AS A DUET BY BRAD PAISLEY AND ALISON KRAUSS
She put him out like the burning end
cash
All my friends they high class
I hate bums that say drip
I don’t let girls walk for two blocks
Dior’s on Rest in Pop
I don’t give a fuck about what
, oh Bill
What would I do with her?
What could I do for her?
A bum with no money
You can have fun with a son
But you gotta be a father to a girl
get by on her own
Did you really think losing you would destroy her
And that's why she kept hangin' on.
She stuck to her promise and talked to her
IN CASE YOU EVER CHANGE YOUR MIND
Writer Bill Anderson
RECORDED BY CONNIE SMITH
(I'll be waiting till the end of time in case you ever change your
bum shit
I'm hustlin
Ion need no niggas for this shit cuz I be hustlin
How many grams can the blunt fit
Posted on the corner got the blows right by
(Bill Anderson)
You looked at me as only you can look at me
You touched my cheek and told me not to cry
But you said you'd found somebody you
Huh, uh
Dun, dun, uh
Bum, uh, uh, uh, uh
(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up)
Yeah, uh
Bum, uh, huh
Bum, bum, huh
Bum, bum
steps."
I was beat but I played him one more
Then I was headed out towards the door
And he handshake and hand me a hundred dollar bills
Said, "By the way,
click and toke just to get by.. I got
HOOK
I got bills to pay
what more can I say
I got more problems than the average
it's fucked up the got us living
Lil' Jon, Jennifer Hudson and Norah Jones
Mary J. Blige, with her shades on, I could tell by her stones
On the left, we have Lenny Kravitz, Puffy,
Jimmy died on his couch yesterday
A friend of his ex wife called me to say
He just gave it to God, slipped from the livin'
With the bills pilin'
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