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right But that kinda stuff just ain't really my style I could say the same old things you've heard before But darling if you want something more Let me
But that kinda stuff just ain’t really my style I could say the same old things you’ve heard before But darling if you want something more I want
Wilson He led me through the streets of Prussia talking As he tried to crush a bug that scurried underneath his boot heel He said there was a place where
runnin' through their veins Silk shirts, leather suits, hair always fresh Eelskin boots, large hearts, though their sizes vary Bankrolls that take 2
""Rock of Ages."" These family expeditions Admittedly are a bore But there is just one uncle That I positively adore Poor Uncle Harry Wanted to be
won’t say what you said Maybe that brand of boots you wore will stay by my bed And I’ll forget and think it’s you at a glance It’s my next best thing
hat or The boots Or the boots that he's in, but they got one thing in common, it's the way it's Always been, whether ropin' orn ridin' or doggin'
Me and my juvies, divvy it up with the juvies The money a discus, just by the way that I threw it VVS movin' Sir, you better cool it (yeah) Engine
wrist watch Hip-Hop slackin', Why they gettin' Grammies when these niggas is actin? They phony, should get Tonies For the thing that they be
the Feds (The only thing she ever loved was a piece of lead) And that's a double-barrelled pump underneath the bed Some
me see if all that shit you talkin' really legit. Fifteen miles an hour, maybe mo'. You can make it straight from your seat to your front door.
the things that are stuck in my head But slowly they're melting and cascading into my heart Shelving her boots in a spot by the door Cuddles her dog when he
Boot up, boot up Adeuxla, that boy a codeine consumer Too much, too much Lean, I need caffeine or Kahlua Uber, Uber Yo' bae to me for brain, she
Saw his long legs Walkin into Tootsie's Next thing I knew We was playing footsies He wasn't really handsome Just not my type Standing by
like I love you so much But wishin', she gets hit by a Mack truck Next time, if there's one I'll know That most women strictly out for the dough
hard you try But that don't mean that times you're enemy Cause life gets better as the years go by Like this truck, it might be worn out covered in dust
nothing, nothing at all I'm telling you it's a small Without the faith for things that work To spite my life is to spite your birth We share the earth,
on my birthday Three days late Drove his old Ford around Fightin' with that stick Passed by that fishing hole Where he gave me my first drink He was gone
She writes poems and ballards About the things that she hates Choker boots and a nose ring I try and relate She swings round the bar that I live by
to much for me To not have you by my side Cause no matter what your going through You know that I'm gon' ride yea You a brave girl I'm a brave
Everyday she walk by See me on the same block Same crew, like she never seen rocks Chain watch, rims blue Different color boots on, park Yukon
ass? You da baddest thing in here that's why I'm eyeing yo ass In ya Iceberg suit, ya face looking cute and I like those boots Ya nails all pretty
(Oh) yeah (yeah, yeah) You know, if I had a chance to do it all over again (oh, oh) I wouldn't change shit (oh, oh) (DA got that dope) I'm
And honestly on to better things, that's her friend These niggas groupies, they peons, man King of my city like Leon, man 'Head of these niggas by eons, man
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