Lyrics:
twirled all around by the fan
There's chatter from the living room, the family I got
Climb up the mountain rifle on my back
Sweat pouring from my skin
Alabama buzzing all around in my head
I'm right at home in Georgia or down in Caroline
Yeah I'd be happy anywhere below that Mason-Dixon line
A working
Did my dirt by my lonely (Yep)
Ain't nobody no me lifestyle was on mute
Made my money in my silence
Abstained from the violence
But had a snub nose
I
On the strip pimpin hoes on some goldie shit
I'ma gangsta by destiny, OG's selected me
I earned my spot, my whole team elected me
[Chorus]
Gangsta, gangsta
pool, classic rock on the jukebox
Tick Tock went the clock
On my younger days
In 2012 came out of my haze
Took stock
Talents freely given
Driven down
a pretty bride
Four little babies and my hound reside
Back in the hills on the mountain side
South of the river bend
I've got my cell phone, she's
cigarette to my lips, till it goes out
I didn't mean put it on that heartache jukebox song
Just hit the number wrong
I know what you're thinkin'
I ain't
It's not much but I feel welcome here, inside.
I've got swinging doors, a jukebox and a bar stool,
My new home has a flashing neon sign;
Stop by
Ev'ry night I sit here by my window (window)
Starin' at the lonely avenue (avenue)
Watching lovers holdin' hands 'n' laughin' (laughin')
Ev'ry night I sit here by my window (window)
Starin' at the lonely avenue (avenue)
Watching lovers holdin' hands 'n' laughin' (laughin')
the homemade shine
California bound Alabama behind
Black top and them little white lines
Well Jimmy made his last mistake when he raised that hand
Now
Ruined my favorite pair of jeans
Never looked up love
I was in soil, on hands and knees
Covered in Foxglove
I seen em' bow down when you sing
karma hand you a lesson
But let me borrow a second
Of your mind
Seek and you shall find
The truth is in the Puddin
Like I'm Father Allah
I put my pride
come from Alabama
I started to flow and they gave me a milli in on the advancement
Wash your hands fore we dap I dont know where your hands been
And you
you know
I got tangled
In the star spangled banner
In the middle of Alabama
Or was it Tennesee or Arkansas
New York & Cali got the same
Amount of race
Mount Cheaha is my Everest
And the Coosa is my Nile
Alabama's where I was born and raised
And I think I'll stay awhile
We sing about sweet home
on either side
Is there anybody with me
Eight hands four willing hearts
Won't someone answer my plea
Well I got in the boat
I stayed afloat
Some way
the camera
Shout out Phe, roll up something feel like I'm in alabama
Mahlon up the street, you touch my dog, I end up in the slammer
Stunnaman, stunnaman,
I miss my daddy yeah they kilt him in the pin
(You be good, you know I miss you) I shed a tear about him every now and then
(Alabama you know I miss
into O's, pounds to bricks
On the strip pimpin hoes on some goldie s***
I'ma gangsta by destiny, OG's selected me
I earned my spot, my whole team
Got in the car and I turned on the radio
Some girl was singing about her X's and her O's
I searched across the airwaves looking for some rock n roll
lake across the Alabama line
But I was king of the ocean
When Daddy let me drive
Just an old half-ton shortbed Ford
My uncle bought new in '64
Daddy got
and lock down
Ain't no visualizin', like me now
Queen like drank, gotta stand my ground
Back up off me wit tha hands I clown
Slip-n-Slide on tha dump, if
a hurricane
My jeweler call me Noah's Ark, I'm floodin' everything
I'm standin' in the section by myself (it's Gucci)
I feel like Meech, a one-man BMF (free
.jpg/300px-The_Blind_Boys_of_Alabama_Cosmopolite_2018_(202624).jpg "The Original Five Blind Boys of Alabama")
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