Lyrics:
to the notion we were friends? If heaping coals of fire upon my head’s what you intend, weeping only makes it worse, on that you can depend.
Creep. There’s only
a Wraith
Six hundred bands for all of my friends
I rock with my brother forever, no ends
We been a wave, we went to space
Got them moon rockin', I'm makin'
This old worn out barstool
Oh, it is honky-tonk heaven, where dreams come True, yeah, the band plays on with that
Sweet southern sound, so take me down
on yo whole gang
Its no eraser when I got yo whole name
Cold cases, old friends, this a fucking cold game
Got a lot of big blue hunnids on me
So I
of the sudden two long metal arms and bright red buttons at the end
Extended from out of the backpack
Grab a hold of them my friend
The mayor followed this
shine
Lifetimes, go by in a flash
In search for love, in search for cash
Everybody want to be some fat tycoon
Everybody want to be on a tropic
Slidin’ by myself, in the Benz
Say she wanna hang, with some friends
I ain’t tryna play, what it is?
Mama what you say, what it is?
Slidin’ by
what I envisioned
The band is playing blues to red dirt
It's a bluegrass, old time, string trance concert
The night is fading fast, we need to make it
to hear.
See, before my reign, it was the same old same,
"To the ba with the ba", that street-talk game,
So if you ever, let me make this clear,
If you
Bowl
It's DTB, middle finger to them old hoes
Really going up on everything, snapping like a ball toe
Got some goals and I'm sticking to the plan
I've
Everybody get in the back of the van
Down by the river there's an old church band
Singin' a song, clappin' along
We're all gonna see a revival
Old
Each lazy hour
What a good life
Lying laid back
Like an old railroad bum by the track
What a good life
Living outdoors
Lie in the grass and chew
can't tell me different
I'm on a path that I control
I wanna be happy like when I'm old
So that means
So that means
Uh
I got to do what I'm supposed
to hear.
See, before my reign, it was the same old same,
"To the ba with the ba", that street-talk game,
So if you ever, let me make this clear,
If you
head high
I tried to slow it down, but life sped by
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Some childhood friends got happy families
Some lack a garden; hard to plant a seed
Opps and they poked him if
Opp means old friends
Aunty, they know him
I Can't let my family down
My mother never let me down
My father never let me down
words I promise mine are the truest ever wrote I mean spoke deemed a boss by two-four scores bread and butter we could dine our time never gets old
by the time you blink, I'll be gone
Pack up and leave to California, wasn't me, you've seen a mirage
My delinquency as a minor, might've put a wrinkle
in the competition
The other two bands took first and third, respectively
I met some friends and went off into the night
Separated from the Front Porch
on that crowded floor
Looking for, I don't know what for
Just waitin' to see you come walkin' through that door
There's a girl standing by the band
She
He had blue eyes and long blonde hair
The kind you see in an old rock band
They acted as if they didn't care
But they knew they'd make a better pair
the underground!
Woo woo! Yeah man! Yeah! Yo man!
I usually dream about gold chains and being an MC 'til I'm old and gray
Instead I wear a tie and fix computers
Me and JB and Sonny, we grew up on the buddy plan
Weren't we some bad mothers, closer than brothers
Had a rockin' little three-piece band
Yeah we
ones, play some pool and listen
To that tenor saxophone calling me home
And I can hear the band begin When the Saints Go Marching In,
And by
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