Lyrics:
on everything
You thought your life would just go by
Without a pause to wonder, don't be silly
But you can't live your life in the baby seat
You've got
I'm a shepherd for the Pentecost
I got my scriptures and my wires crossed
I got no kids, and I got no home
They want us holy men to live alone
to hand
And we struggle through our lives
Though the generations wander, the lineage survives
And all of us, from dust to dust, we all become forefathers by
you
Are why she wants to live
She's not got that much more to give
She sits alone, on her phone
She's calling about her broken home
And I don't
sanity
And Dimple's who now lives in Temple's
Got the law looking for me.
Chorus:
All my ex's live in Texas
And Texas is the place I'd really love to be
are why she wants to live
She's not got that much more to give
She sits alone on her phone
And she's calling about her broken home
I don't know
you
You re why she wants to live
She's not got that much more to give
She sits alone, on her phone
And she's calling about a broken home
And I
me
She always said that it would never ever work out
But all I want to do is make some money
And bring you home some wine
For I don't ever want
They got it all
They've got all the things I thought I wanted
But I can't fall
To fake anymore
To live this facade and smile as the warm champagne
the fifth amendment
We both criminals with bad intentions
They say time heals all
But if I can shortcut
My success, Corvettes by tomorrow
Why so sad?
an equestrian
I bought the dress that she in
Red bottoms in his and hers
Got a Rollie in his and hers
Got a car in his and hers
Walk in the zoo and say,
She always said that it would never ever work out
But all I want to do is make some money
And bring you home some wine
For I don't ever want you
eatin' ice cream
Mule got sick so they laid him on the green
Stay all night stay a little longer
Dance all night dance a little longer
Pull off your
is found in Christ
Got her hair done, toes, nails
Is that Her, well it's hard to tell
Cause she's so caked up in all that make up
It's like she
I got three eyes, man, I see y'all
All I do is kill shit, ICU
Party with a few girls at USC
It's 82 degrees and my top off, and they top off
I'm
[Chorus]
I must be dreaming if she looks at me
I gotta be dreaming, is it a fantasy
Now I've got positive emotions
Buzzing 'round every molecule in me
I
Bentley's
Never eat at Denny's and party like Lil Penny
Can he live? Trick or main chick but if she leave
Just as quick, Indian give, ha-hah
Now what I
get mugged if you go downtown
I live back in the woods, you see
My woman and the kids and the dogs and me
I got a shotgun and a rifle and a four
everything I do for real
Bitch I'm camouflage down
Put your camera phone down
If she got an ass and the girl a fan, it's going down
I'mma fuck you like
Swazy out here tripping again
Aye Aye
Bitch you better shake sum
The way she throw it back
She finna break sum
All dis henny in my cup
It got my face
anywhere
They all got stories to tell
They all got secrets to keep
And meet by someone you like
It may go get a fight
Start feeling insecure, you think
sum
It's always sum
Six foot seven foot
Eight foot march
Heard he got bands
cnd I heard he won't budge
Dying for respect
But you only live
getting X-Rated
All these strippers getting cash; Pussy Circulating
I'm getting freaked by sum dancers; Ass Percolating
Still dancing on my dick got my
pineapples talking diamonds by the jar
She never wrote a song but I know that she's a star
[Chorus]
Something about her probably can't live without her
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