Lyrics:
Another shooting on the southeast side
This a drive-by, mid-day
Outside of the bus stop, by Fuller and Franklin
Or near there, not far from
a woman by the river
With some fine young handsome man
He's dressed up like a squire
Bootlegged whiskey in his hand
There's a chain gang on the highway
to the rind
Any old song by brother John Prine
Sometimes that face looking back in the mirror
It make that mirror, make that mirror cold, babe
But in my
of you constantly
The death of you is sucking the life outta me
You birthed 8 children 7 boys and me
I was your only girl child
You raised 6 males by
An answered prayer
Girl you talk a real good game
But you don't care
One day you'll see straight
By then it's gonna be too late
I thought you were
Heaven
I drove in on a highway to hell
You can hear me coming by my rebel yell
There was smoke on the water and lucy in the sky
So let's get together
cTOM BOMB BcBY by c. Ronee Blakley, Sawtooth Music, cSCcP
Ronee Blakley Productions Inc, Blakley Records. Distributed by Symphonic
In every world
by the river
You were digging up the bodies
Buried long ago
Michelangelo
Last night I dreamed about you
I dreamed you were a pilgrim
by the river
You were digging up the bodies
Buried long ago
Michelangelo
Last night I dreamed about you
I dreamed you were a pilgrim
Jesus came to me on that lonesome highway
He told me not to cry anymore
Well I looked up at him and I said with a grin
Man, what'd you come here for
the roadrunner
That's right
Said welcome to the spirit of 1956
Patient in the bushes next to '57
The highway is your girlfriend as you go by quick
Suburban
the roadrunner
That's right
Said welcome to the spirit of 1956
Patient in the bushes next to '57
The highway is your girlfriend as you go by quick
Suburban
never fucking stop it
Running up hella checks
Making play like I'm Belichick
With your bitch and she hella wet
Man her pussy is heaven sent
Love the way
Why is bitches fighting bout a facebook status
I can't have more than six hoes they too dramatic
Bitch I ain't paying for the pussy just let me have
mind
Gotta catch this vibe
Most wonder if heaven is real
Absolutely
Arguments
Over acting choosey
Hard rules
Tell you not to do things
That otherwise
spazzing, it's everlasting, know who my twin is
Filled you with passion, I lack the compassion, can be dramatic whenever at limits
Cause I been running, timer
away the pain so i never wanna pass it
Niggas ain't like that so i got right back in my zone
Smoke by myself so i'm always gassing
Questions she's always
the treasure thats hidden by merlin
I heard its hidden on the bottom of the ocean
trynna find a mermaid make love like a potion
Its not about the size its about
running to heaven the way I smoke and I fight
But the way that I'm livin seem to get more than they like
And that's more than alright
And I saw you,
strife
But how the fuck you supposed to know if you're steppin' right
Connect or inject to feel Heaven flight
And I been doin' decent mostly
Low-key, this
dramatic on beats
Like a thespian
I am the template, the reference
CJ got himself a building like reverend's
Preach to the choir and gates up to heaven
(Come here, oh, Habibi
Please, have a seat on me, me
Down here, oh Habibi)
You'll never get to Heaven
If you ain't by my side
(Come here, oh, Habibi
Flipped, and dropped upon the home atop the lawn
Dramatic cretin creepin' onto porch
Screamin' at demon, femur too weak to reach 'em
We seen the senile, we
Then thrilling and dramatic memory
Look at the birds fly into hurricane
They'll soon be quietly denied by pain
You bring life free from sin
Rebuild
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