Lyrics:
I rode out of Kansas City, going south to Mexico
I was running, dodging danger, left the girl that I loved so
Far behind, lay Kansas City
I got so much love
So much more
So much more love to give
I got so much more
So much love
So much more love left to give
So much pleasure
Draws me
left as you held on longer than the rest
What made you leave? And when you did you left for Denver
Why? What did you know that I did not?
That I did
Is the smell of cheap whiskey
And the sound of goodbye
Since the hour that she left he's been sober
And each breath that he draws makes him think
of my heart away
Imagine how different tomorrow would be
If we knew where to draw the line
You left me hanging when you knew I couldn't dance
I
and draw me in
Cause they know each night that I'll come back to wine me up again
Wine me up turn me on and watch me cry for you
Lately drinking warm
to excessive draws
That I purchase
Beg for tokes your all lurchers
Who you worship is worthless
Bend ya hips and then work it
Serve it
On a plate I deserve
left behind
We set the pace
For every born survivor
Don't turn the other way
When I need to hear you say
Allies with our backs against the wall
I
like I never left I draw on them, get it, shakin' like a etch-and-sketch
Keep it a hundred, them other niggas whack Niggas hatin', they just mad, I took
I rode out of Kansas City, going south to Mexico
I was running, dodging danger, left the girl that I loved so
Far behind, lay Kansas City
some yearning, God I'm made to get high
God's left hand wasn't made to get by
Got more highs left in me
And there's more room in recovery
From evil
untrained mind, in the lessons left behind
Hang us from this spaceless ground
Oh Cosmic Dreamer, trip me upside down
When you draw me in, and say that I
nothing left that you can do
Go tell the congregation
When you want to tell the truth
Go tell the congregation
When the devil's got a hold of you
Go
prison
Waters rush with dye
A withdrawn invitation
awaiting reply
Torn page of brothers that you draw
Storm waits for days
It was a torn page
moonbeams round.
Big cats prowling inside your head -
They left for China; better left for dead.
Let me draw the jungle line
I won't cross yours if you
or walk around a fight
And if you ever saw Wes Hardin draw you know he can skin his gun
He won't say how many tried and died
Up against the top hand up
I have seen where the wolf has slept by the silver stream.
I can tell by the mark he left, you were in his dream.
Ah child of countless trees, ah
Harvest blank, mills abandoned
Cubicle voids and clinics dry
Runways cracked, weathered, barren
Serf quarters unoccupied, so there's
Nothing left
left ear
Pray God send our master a happy New Year
And a happy New Year as e'er he did see
With the wassailing bowl, we'll drink to thee
And here is
a thousand pounds
Leo left wailin' with a left upper cut
The elephant took his snoot and grabbed a coconut
Leo fired a beautiful short back cross
That's
a thousand pounds
Leo left wailin' with a left upper cut
The elephant took his snoot and grabbed a coconut
Leo fired a beautiful short back cross
That's
a thousand pounds
Leo left wailin' with a left upper cut
The elephant took his snoot and grabbed a coconut
Leo fired a beautiful short back cross
That's
left to find
(Draw the line)
‘Cause in the sand He drew the line
I can't just sit
Idly by
Watching this lexicon
Be redefined
Infecting our brains
to get a kiss, but now it be them draws I'm after
I'm just a Southernplayalistic pimp
I used to sling a fat rock, but now I'm serving hemp
I never even
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