Lyrics:
(By)
(Walk on by)
(Walk on by)
(Walk on by)
(Walk on by)
Yeah, bitch, I said what I said
I'd rather be famous instead
I let all that get
over some bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this every day, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did with
ring
A bungalow by the sea
(Boy)You're really naive to ever believe a full of baloney phoney like me
(Girl) Say! How about the time you went
and graphic grammar
My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm and Hammer
All across the planet niggas crumble like granite
over some bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this every day, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did with
I used to roll my cigarettes on the hood of my Tacoma
Sit and watch the world go by
I was seventeen and green and knowin' nothin' 'bout livin'
In
(Aye where you from)
I'm from the A-L-A-B-A-M-A
(We ready)
Bama Bama Bama Bama
(Aye, ah we ready)
I'm from the A-L-A-B-A-M-A
(Ah we ready)
Bama Bama
sticking by me through such troubled times
I love you all so much
I wish I could take you all to the baseball game
I love all my fans
[unknown]
If I
Groundsboy groundsboy
Noticed by none at least he was
He was the last lad to turn
And the rock stars who had judges as fans
And shoots as many as me
over coals
I bent over backwards
For a German woman down in Alabama
What's she trying to do
Snatch me by my hair can't cut my roots
Lord when will she
an invisible man
One erasable man
Wendell Smith tried by the line, could only tell us so much
cryptic clues of majestic blows, no records were not enough
Can
probably hear this every day, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground stuff that you did with Skam
I got a room full of your posters and your
by
However we can
We all have to duck
When the shit hits the fan
Ten kids in a Cadillac
Stand in lines for welfare checks
Let's all leech off
Alabama
fig trees and okra
don’t get no better
Barefoot in Pineville
Louisiana.
I ain’t know nuttin bout the south (ex)cept stories I was told.
My mother
from having to deal with my seventeen-year-old mind all alone
Keep your drawers on, girl, it ain't worth the fight
By the time you drop them I'll be
Hurt so bad she'll change her name
Toss and turn in your big house
Head away from the south
Disappear in Alabama
Daddy's in Mississippi
Calling out
brought me a letter
I was raised by the praise of a fan who said I upset her
Any girl in the world could have easily known me better
She said, "you're
leave a
Pack of your favorite smokes
And we’d take the by-ways to
South Alabama and run those great big
Hills to the great big blue
You sound like you’re
treaty
Alabama
I gotta contraband for the fan yea
Sometimes I wanna be in the stands
with the fans yea
Sometimes I wanna be in the
UH
UH
UH
But you
Valentine's
Ten in New York, it's nine Alabama time
Moved to A-T-L, the whole East Atlanta mine
Billion dollar deal, I signed on the dotted line
Gucci 'bout
The suicide doors would go up for ya
Take a bullet by my side for ya
Like the saviour took the dagger by his side for me,
I would die for you, like he died for
Shes gotta cell phone
With a ringtone
Plays kid rock and sweet home
Alabama born, corn fed
Gotta lighted lamb by a waterbed
Drives a subaru with
Satan's daughter
Born to steal with bodies to sell
She had her own special Place in hell
Clotilda's on Fire
Off the Alabama coast
Clotilda's on Fire
We're
a summer jam fan where are my bands
Where my rubber band mans, my rubber bands mans
It's official bang your pistols
Play your money it's funny I mean
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