Lyrics:
at the seams
Aw, but don't you forget it, as big as we're getting
This town's too small to be mean
Big enough for a zip code, a VFW
A good Mexican
in a blue collar forty,
Little house, little kid, little small town story
If you don't ever do anything else for me, just do this for me brother,
Come
high school flame on one side, ice cold beer on the other
Ain't no shame in a blue collar forty,
Little house, little kid, little small town story
If
Miguel came from a small town in northern Mexico.
He came north with his brother Louis to California three years ago
They crossed at the river
Billy never made the football team
'Cause Billy's size was small
But Billy's brother was a mighty lad
And played a lot of high school ball
Oh we're standing
Standing out of here
On the edge of the world (Ooh)
Come on brother (brother) we gonna shake this town
Come on sister (sister,
You're the ol' lady from the society pages
From a small town somewhere I used to be
You owned the paper and a bunch of other stuff
That didn't appeal to me
When I look back
Tracing fingertips over plastic bags
Thinking, "I wish I could extrapolate some small intention
Or maybe just get your attention
the brothers and sisters gettin pulled right out of their neighborhoods all the citys and small towns in america that go over there and fight for that bullshit.
of mine
And all them little scandals that a small
Town just can't seem to leave alone
Later on we'll sit around, bellies tight
From supper
Tellin'
older
And he knew how to climb over walls
Then the bombs came down on my small village town
As I looked around, it was gone
Mama called our names,
ever hoist
Guilty by association
Brothers by choice
Not a dime to our name
Still we claim these small town's streets
Coerced by the devil
For his dirty
really good for you
Hot August night and the leaves hanging down
And the grass on the ground smelling sweet
Move up the road to the outside of town
We all four grew up together
In a small Virginia country town.
And, for some strange reason... God only knows...
We got to singin' around.
And about
Miguel came from a small town in northern Mexico.
He came north with his brother Louis to California three years ago
They crossed at the river
the remix, motherfucker, stand up now (yeah)
I'm very large in these streets, niggas small fry
Got a type of check I could knock your whole hood down
Go
to put me on word around town
Is your nine men strong I wanna be put on in the worst way since
The first day I think it was a Thursday (oh baby) you be
hood comes first
That's the key
I got my brother
My brother got me
This is what it's
Like in the small town
Friday night
Football small town
Stands are
As I walk through the valley of one eighty-seven land
No matter what state, what city, what town
I can see there's no place to run, no place
Small Town Queer
And I'm stuck out here
Praise the Lord for ebay so I can get gay
Secret magazines by the Brooklyn queens
I wanna raise my rainbow flag
lose and that shit fucked with my mind
I was looking up to 'em before my faith was in God
Yeah, take you and ride to small towns, you get much more
Miguel came from a small town in northern Mexico
He came north with his brother Louis to California three years ago
They crossed at the river levee
shootin' my shotty
Nigga you get extorted, flippin' styles, poppin' chicks
Bullets small as his G-be-30, niggaz lose it quick
I had to get out of town
a Small Town Movie
Walking around in fictional shoes
Found myself in a Small Town Movie
Knew all the lines and all of the cues
So of course I had to fight
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