Lyrics:
Shit, fuck, shit
Boy, huh
Tobey Maguire got bit by a spider, but see, me, it was a goat
If you want space, I hope you take your helmet off soon
came to make a name, El Diablo laid 'em down
John Wayne stayed right there on his back, and rode him on into town
Said now don't you ever do him wrong,
all yuh sweet chat
An' how you massage mi back
It bun me hard fi see seh
John Tom ah get dat
Woman want affection
Somebody fi lean pon
Through mi
Sitting here by myself
And playing these sad acoustic love songs
Waiting for someone else to sing the words
You know
Not so long ago
I asked you
the fence
So I ran to my room and reached for the 4 fifth
Then I seen three niggas by my back door
Looked out the bathroom window and seen two more
So I
And you won't come back
Company, by the rightdress!
Squad camp it hUP!
My goodness me
I am in a bad temper today, all right
Two, three, damn, damn
Two,
Please don't just pass em by and stare
As if you didn't care
Say hello in there
Hello
Silvestor
Looks like I'm the one sufferin' succotash
Woah woah. Stop. Come on. Stop. It says here you're an acoustic singer-songwriter
Psh. More like
thang
I said: "Bitch, I'm on my way!"
I givit to you, homeboy, play by play
She had on polkadots with miniskirt
Jumped in the car straight went
How am going to explain it to him
What am I going to say when it's something that grim
How the hell do you tell them that there comes an end
How
the greatest band, second only to John Mayer Trio
Chris Angel is totally chill. I love magic
And 9-11 was fake, yo bro it was like a missile
Wallet Chain Dane
ooh
Then I'm spending my racks, yeah
But I make it right back, yeah
Uzi walk with a Mac, yeah
Oh, aye, you want her back, yeah?
Look at your face
A couple of years back I come across a great and wasted friend of mine in the hallway of a recording studio. And while he was reciting some poetry
wanderers back to the fold
When I take my vacation in heaven what a wonderful time that will be
Hearing concerts by the heavenly chorus and the face of my
With a picture by Sam a painting by John
And a bonnie black hoss to lead you along
Lucky green wagon you were raggedy brown
Now there is red
And there's nothing like a
Walk on down by the bayou
To leave the world behind
Mud Slide I'm depending upon you
Mister Mud Slide Slim and the Blue Horizon
share a fraction of your time
If I could grant you peace of mind
Would that be enough?
Alexander joins forces with James Madison and John Jay
If you write your own songs
On acoustic guitar
There's a man in London
Wants to know who you are
Being a beggar
You know I couldn't choose
I rang
buy they game
If he ain't scored in the first half bench his ass
If you play wit' my money I'm a lynch ya ass
I'll John Lynch ya shit don't tempt me
and count up all their yields,
But then John Deere comes by with his newfangled wheels
And leaves you with the children in the morning.
Prison Bed Blues - Acoustic music and lyrics by Jeffrey Robert Adams
2000, 2013 Jeffrey Robert Adams
℗ 2013, 2020 Bucketstomp Productions
All
I can't go
Salem's just up the road
I've got work to do
Hail the new puritan
Out of hovel-cum-coven-cum-oven
(right you go back to that
or I will shoot!"
I look back at cooked crack
Plus cars that pass by
Jaguars mad fly
And I'm guilty for materialism
Blacks is still up in the prison
to go off any minute so you feel it (bah, bah)
Because of the law, I had to conceal it (I go by Weezy Baby)
But if you fuck around you gon' make me
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