Lyrics:
clothes come out smelling of grease
I got my back to the rail at the end of the alley by the by-pass
You might just see me scratching all these things
two-lane, little George Strait
Way on up, get me outta my head
And outta this town, and tell me no matter what
You'll be by my side, everything gonna be
Hand rubbing, I'm a fly on this
Chicago drive by, it's getting serious
Where your crew? Like George I'm just curious
Vaness I'm high on this beat call me
the Jones
(Yeah)
ON THE ‘dOWN now left on my own
(Yeah)
ON THE ‘dOWN now tryin’ 2 get the Jones
Staring down at these 4 walls
(Ahhh)
Thinking what 2 do
'cause he can't kill no dragon
If I was in those shoes, I'd say Soweto's gonna happen here too
I gotta get a message through, tell everybody the news
Lookin' for these better days
Better days, heyy! Better days
Got me thinkin' bout better days
Better days! Better days, better days
Hey! Better
Man I ain't gonna be shit in the morning after drinking that
If I can sell you the American dream,
I can sell you anything
I got to get out,
Chorus
I don't want to be like old George Reeves
Stuck in a Superman role.
I've got a long way to go in my career
And some day my fame will
day now, make up for the heartache
Any day now but I couldn't wait
Judging by the screen door slam, and these taillights fading outta town
Guess it's
When I'm five
I will wash my face and hands all by myself
When I'm five i will chew and spit tobacco
Like my grandfather Jones
'Cause I'm only four
I guess I just won't get paid
These are the days
When you wish your bed was already made
It's just another manic Monday
I wish it was Sunday
the view (and say to the sky)
In these dreams
I've loved you so
That by now I think I know
What it's like to be loved by you
Behold and believe
I will
right by your side
I called you up to say I'm coming home in a few days
And I would like it if we could just lay and play for a while
If you would
it's still Gucci luggage
I love Cape Cod, and watching fly bitches with grey eyes
Wrestle in a tub of KY to get my day by
I like to celebrate, why? -
Lookin' for these better days
Better days, heyy! Better days
Got me thinkin' bout better days
Better days! Better days, better days
Hey! Better
on the shine
Stay away from other boys women
That's one damn good way for a man to get it whooped down
These boys tough down here
Get your ass tore up down here
name's Problem Solver
Go ahead make my day
No one gets away from Sheriff Jones
a nigga come invade, get sprayed
I stomp a nigga out like I got ten legs
Then they fish the nigga up out the lake in ten days
Behave, no ho, I'm on that
it's still Gucci luggage
I love Cape Cod, and watching fly bitches with grey eyes
Wrestle in a tub of KY to get my day by
I like to celebrate, why? -
to use
I'll drink my beer in a tavern,
Sing a little bit of these workin' man blues
I keep my nose on the grindstone, I work hard every day
Might get
baby, I'll do anything for you
But when we start to fightin', I just get these same old blues
So I'm cryin', why do I have to feel this way
If I can't
a nigga come invade, get sprayed
I stomp a nigga out like I got ten legs
Then they fish the nigga up out the lake in ten days
Behave, no ho, I'm on that
gay-conscious now
That's like the
Whole thing like with the Internet
Every day, somebody's- "Ooh I can tell he gay
Now!" you know, but back in the day
People used
One of these days
I will take a vacation
By a quiet and peaceful shore
Cool my feet
In that crystal water
And I won't have to worry anymore
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