Lyrics:
I guess I'll get a cab and go by in my house today
No I can't visit her or my son I'm supposed to stay away
But it won't hurt to bring back old
I beat yo' ass twice and you still here
Seven years old, think you run this house by yourself?
Nigga, you gon' fear me if you don't fear no one else
All our days are numbered
Some live on borrowed time
But life is what you make it
Thank God I was so inclined
To accept my Lord and Savior
When
I beat yo' ass twice and you still here
Seven years old, think you run this house by yourself?
Nigga, you gon' fear me if you don't fear no one else
the boys in the band
Some of them his friends
Some of them her friends
Some of them understand
Lord knows that this is just a small town city
Yes,
As we were cruising by
Not in the mood
For idle chat or hitchhiker bumming
Nevertheless, we took them on
This highway courtesy
"Hurry, get
the very reverend Freud
You were the manual orgasm
I was the dirty little boy
And is this what you wanted
To live in a house that is haunted
By
raised by a addict with money in the attic.
Got goons while you at it at
This present time I'm out of my mind and that's a habit,
Still got them
you drank
Then she told your parents that you went to your
Old friend's house for group study
You slept in her garage and when you woke up,
You asked
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he went and bought him a gun
Old man Wrigley lived in that white house
Down the street where I grew up
My mama used to send me over with things
We struck a friendship up
I
the houses one by one go out
Softly in the distance nothin' stirs about
And the night is filled with the sound of a whippoorwill
On a Sunday in the south,
this town,"
Some other lazy Sunday you'll come back around
I can feel the evening sun go down,
And all the lights in the houses one by one go out
Old man Wrigley lived in that white house
Down the street where I grew up
My mama used to send me over with things
We struck a friendship up
I
And all the lights in the houses one by one go out
Softly in the distance nothing stirs about
And the night is filled with the sound of a whipporwil
Sabyn, it’s Jeff, hit me back!
The immaculate ones
DP, SM , JD,
Its the remix baby
Stumble outta bed and I tumble to the whip
Hop in and drive for
is red, Sonny you're still green'
So he turned twenty-one in a gray rock federal prison
That old judge had no mercy on that Waycross Georgia boy
the cap
To survive your life is yours my life is mine
No emotions in this world full of lies
Step by step and be versatile
Love peace and cash that's
growled, "Your Georgia neck is red but sunny, you´re still green"
He turned twenty-one in a grey rock fed´ral prison
The old judge had no mercy for
There goes that old steel guitar
And we're here in that same old bar again
And there goes that old saxophone
I know we won't be goin' home
'Til Lord
of the lake
The minister's daughter's in love with the snake
Who lives in a well by the side of the road
Wake up, girl! We're almost home, yeah, c'mon
We
those traces
I travel back in time
Remember all those places
Feels like I never left
The house's still standing
Down by the river where
The dreams
the mic
Can't forget about the O's that I got, and the Rolls in the spot
Y'all know I'm still here right?
How you gonna take a old song, been around so
figure how to get a check out of Sony
Oh Lord, thought I watch preaching to the choir
When I'm in this pulpit I might catch on fire
Class full of gas,
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