Lyrics:
fuel, ain't gonna move, and I betcha
A carpenter can't build his house without his tools, I bet you
If the shoes are too small they hurt your feet,
to put my shoes on
Now something kinda clicked, 'cause you relate a bit
But no one's gonna care about a shoe song
I try hard to write a cool song
But I
I bought a toothbrush, some toothpaste
A flannel for my face
Pajamas, a hairbrush
New shoes and a case
I said to my reflection
"Let's get out
I was born down in the bottoms of the flat black Delta land
I grew up picking cotton in the Mississippi sand
My mama said son take that girl and go
Hey homeboy how come everywhere you go you have to go by limousine man
Hey man that's my thing
I know its your thing
Every time I see you you are
mother's favorite
Uh, your daddy can't even look me in the eye
Ooh, if I was in their shoes, I'd be doing the same thing
Sayin', "There goes my little
shoes
After you found out what to wear
You got problems with your hair
And my message on your phone
"where are you?"
You can't believe that you're too
I got hoes in atlanta
Bitches cali
Niggas in new york
My goons at the door
I see you chillin under street light
Limo tint do a drive by
Niggas aint
the shoes?
Truth is truth, I tear the fuckin' roof off the house
Expose them foes with my mouth
I see corporate hands up in foreign lands
With the man
I bought a toothbrush, some toothpaste
A flannel for my face
Pajamas, a hairbrush
New shoes and a case
I said to my reflection
"Let's get out
you gotta cook
You got the chariot by the hook
I'm riding in the rain
Got my blue suede shoes
Gonna give up all my pain
And go ooo yea
Baby you know
don't think you're gonna fit.
I mean, your feet are kinda big.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh, by the way betch,
FUCK YOU
FUCK YOU
FUCK YOU
FUCK YOU
shoes
those shoes are
Could I get your name again?
Some situation that we're in
Woke up by each other's side
Got a little crazy last night
[Chorus]
Last thing I remember
during the day
Filling empty bodies with toy clay
Umi says you can surely tell by the shoes
It's something that your heartbeats for
Take me to your
You think we look pretty good together
You think my shoes are made of leather
But I'm a substitute for another guy
I look pretty tall but my
direction than you've ever known.
Show you your bronzed baby shoes
Now, my how you have grown!
Ain't it nice to fly? You're waving as soft clouds go by
the last laugh about it
By the way, thanks for the shoes
Your inches really made stacks, your inches really made stacks
Your inches really made stacks out
will end
While the lantern is right
I could find a good time girl in Chinatown, Chinatown
Dancing in my shoes
See the eastern ladies walk in Chinatown
will end
While the lantern is right
I could find a good time girl in Chinatown, Chinatown
Dancing in my shoes
See the eastern ladies walk in Chinatown
round
Buy and sell it by the pound
Bitter truth that I have found
Food to eat, shoes on your feet
Maybe some heat, you live with defeat
Money gets
from
Is it the way the sun
Hits my face
Or is it your memory which I cannot trace
I cannot trace
Look at me I have so much pride
I took my shoes
Nobody's gonna know what it's like
To walk a mile in your shoes
Such most sayin it's a wonderful world
But you make it it's up to you
So walk by
And bring my money back trick
Hold up
UGK records know what I'm talkin' bout
Smokin' something for the '99 hold up
You need to get your mind on your money
should be easier ways to get a laugh
(Shall I slip on my big shoes?)
Off on the road to Morocco
Hooray! Well blow a horn, everybody duck
Yeah. It's
.jpg/200px-Sara_Paxton_at_Mother_Goose_Parade,_2007_(bright).jpg "Sara Paxton")
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