Lyrics:
Beth better book a weekend out of town
'Coz me and the boys are gonna find that sound
We don't care how long it takes or if we have to raise
cookies get me higher
Dance 'cause Santa's comin' soon
Let's have a Christmas party
Invite everybody
Let's call up the family
Tell them to get ready
I don't have much to say.
Thought I'd call you up anyway.
Just to try to show you the way that
I feel today, oh, I miss you, baby.
I sure am
ourselves and not each other
And that's a fuck up
I was talking to myself the other day
My homies call me cray
My momma tell me "Pray"
She said I need
Kendrick)
I don't vote, I never registered (nah)
But I'm a magnet for them zeros, call me Edward Sharpe (woo)
I wake up feelin' dead, I need a fresher
One touch and you got me stoned
Higher than I've ever known
You call the shots and I follow
Sunrise but the night's still young
No words but we
day
I woke up and found
That you were gone
Darkness all around me
Blackin out the sun
Old friends call me
But I just don't feel like talkin
If I'm thinking for two
I've got a lot of sweet drinking up to do
He reminds me of a drummer that I once knew
Just passing through
And I went
today
Had an uncle who was farmin' down in Tennessee
And I stopped by to see him there brought this friend with me
He had a daughter seventeen whose name
gonna join the family circle at the throne
Though the circle won't be broken
By and by, Lord, by and by
Daddy sang bass (mama sang tenor)
Me
been on this road too long
You know I get too caught up in a moment
I can't call it love if I show it
I just fuck things up, if you noticed
Have
somethin' that I knew nothin' about
Plus Dre told me stay out, this just wasn't my beef
So I did, I just fell back, watched and gritted my teeth
While
on along
Let me take you by the hand
Up to the man, up to the man
Who's the leader of the band
And if you want to hear the Swanee River played in
away for long
she calls me on the phone
I jump up when I hear her voice
then I'm alright
'Til my baby comes home
I get weak in the knees
my
it's just up on a different level
Poor boy, dressed in black
Police at your back
Poor boy in a red hot town
Out beyond the twinklin' stars
Ridin' first
exist
I`m in heaven
I get carried away
I dream of him and me
And how it`s gonna be
Other fellows
Call me up for a date
But I just sit and wait
I`d
the price
That's a chance that I'll take
Though you may think I'm telling lies
But I just call it getting by
Stepping out, everyone can see my face
Well I haven't seen her lately, and she never calls.
She don't ask my friends about me, gives no clues at all.
Yeah the fire might still be
somethin' that I knew nothin' about
Plus Dre told me stay out, this just wasn't my beef
So I did, I just fell back, watched and gritted my teeth
While
pulls the trap lines
By night he lives alone
Don't really feel like company it's just him and his fridge
And his phone
(CHORUS)
Meet Me In Memphis
bust, and they drop to their death. Now they done up. Gun up, hunt my blunt up. Creepin' 'til sun up, feelin' slightly
shady. Call me lightweight crazy,
of bein' sick and tired call me
Pick up the yellow pages and look up Gucci! (Gucci!)
I can do bad bad bad bad bad all by myself
I can do bad bad bad bad bad
self
All by my self all by my self
How many nights I had a
Dream about me waking up
Up on the other side I'll see
You when we making up
Then I open up
sounds
These words are all I have so I write them
So you need them just to get by
Why don't you show me a little bit of spine
You've been saving for
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