Lyrics:
never heard of ya
Momma's boy from West Suburbia
You don't belong 'round here so what you doing
Keep persuin my crew and get ruined, screw 'em
Let me be by myself in the evening breeze
Listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees
Send me off forever but I ask you please
Don't fence me in
That I would catapult to the forefront of rap like this?
How could I predict my words would have an impact like this?
I must've struck a chord with
for this dumb 503 T-T-C
I'd like to see
The sun set behind Saddle Mountain
And listen to the wind whisper my name
Yea this world and me don't fit
With crayolas on construction paper
I'm trying to fuck my neighbor, I'm tryna hook my waves up
I'm tryna pull my grades up, to get them saddle lace ups
back in June
If she ain't back by August I may sing a different tune
Got it on my mind to run away and ramble
Calculated gamble, I may never come
Been fighting all my battles
With a knife an a saddle
Been fighting all my battles
Got a knife an a saddle
I feel so useless
Time flies like blue jets
Let me be by myself in the evenin' breeze
And listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees
Send me off forever but I ask you please
Don't fence me in
out the door
She said, "don't forget to call before you go"
She said, "don't forget to call before you go"
Darling, if you do, well I'll lose my
firsthand
What desperation makes good people do
Life ain't fair
Saddle up, boy, and see it through
Tough times don't last
Tough folks do
See I come
by myself
Yeah, the other day I got invited to a party
But I stayed home instead
Just me and my pal Johnny Walker
And his brothers Black and Red
been held up yet, well uh, I ought to make it by sundown,
I figure that's enough time for me to get the whole rundown,
So I continue my mission, it's
to leave my house
Don't want to open my mouth
Don't want to read my mail
Don't want to meet with pals
I don't want to fuck shit up
Don't want to fuckin' get
I put the blinds on him, it sure was a fight,
Next comes my saddle, I screws her down tight
I gets in his middle and opens the blind,
I'm right
And then I'll be gone
But that won't be my end
For my guns and my saddle
Will always be filled
By unwelcome travelers
And other brave men
And they'll take
It rains for days
So you stay inside and lock your door
Cryin' all the time
Crying for, you don't know what for
You say, you're undone by his
live
Ain't no surprise
Take me so high
Jump and don't stop
Surfing the crowd, ooh-ooh
Said I gotta be the man
I'm the head of my band
Mic check,
dead -- it's my awful dread of the icy grave that pains;
So I want you to swear that, foul or fair, you'll cremate my last remains."
A pal's last
Horseback riding and a silver spur
Riding under stars and a man on the moon
Whistling a song 'bout love back home
This is my Country - that's what I
here's your scars weary, here's your arms don't fear 'em
But you might die if you bail against the system
Another nigga caught up in the system
To amend my
sometimes when i'm driving
i think about swerving on the wrong side
i don't know why
a schoolbus full of children
whizzes by as i've been completely
the dirt, putting in work, I'm kinda rattled, rattled
If it comes to carrying the team, I got a saddle, saddle
She wants to travel, travel
And I kinda dabble,
My name is Del Gato born close to the border
Of white blood and red blood I came
I travel the saddle I follow the cattle
Down on the range where
Running in circles
I can’t get unstuck
I’m in a time loop that is fueled by your problems
And I can’t get away my mind slips
Further than I’ve ever been
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