Lyrics:
wanna go back to the good old times
Yeah i know it wasn't right to pop addies every night
But i just couldn't fight it then the perks were my light
Johnny be good tonight!
Said go, go Johnny!
Johnny B. Goode
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Sit beneath a tree in the railroad track
Old
(dog in the hood)
That can go to the projects (School Street, Home of the Brave)
By his fuckin' self and be good (good)
Yeah, nigga, ask niggas on my
same old guy
It's 'cause I don't know how anymore
I don't know how, yeah
I've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken in half
I try to joke and I
tomorrow lak ah feel today
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings
'Twant for
d'you look good, when you put it like-
Suddenly I don't understand, when I call
When I come by i don't need no man
Suddenly you wish we were back
many man on my case
I mean I love when old tings message me, but try know we can't never be mates
Right now life's just lovely, I wish you could've
Saturday in the town, as we buried T.J Brown
Good man, spent his life on the K Roll ferry line
He was just a man, nothing grand, just a man
But I
what's displayed
By these man talking trap and bando all up on their page
Man I sit and shake my head like society has failed
How these man turned
I’m glad I could grow, man it’s good to grow
I’ve had days where I see downs and my trail cold yet I’m not froze
Don’t know what unfolds I’m not gone
Two up like old TVs yuh
Yeah I'm really freaky yuh
Yo man wanna freak me yuh
My man love me freely yuh
Cuz that's how he keep me yeah
None can really
Baby
Here I am
I'm the man on the scene
I can give you what you want
But you got to go home with me
I forgot some good old lovin'
And I got
less where niggas cop up
So I had no choice but to grind and get this guap up
Ever since a boy just my moms and my poppa
The streets been the old head
a homegrown sack
Family ties ya need em ya call em and that's where family lies
May not understand my man's journey but still, I gonna ride
Raised up by some
You say you want a piece, just call me
Trini gyal bumper big and it whining (yeah)
Ting so good him wan' live up inside it (ooh)
Backshot make man
contemplating plans
For the next diamond heist
Art thieves and jewel connoisseurs
I study every part of they mind and
Make my rhyme better than yours
Elevated by
singing for
The daybreak chorus of my dreams serenades no more
Yeah the minute man is going soft -- the mirror's on the shelf
Only when the truth's
It's so good to be in your presence
It's so good to be in your love
Step by step, walking with your Spirit
It's so good to be in your love
I never
the rat race
And these days that's a special way of life
Down home, where they know you by name and treat you like family
Down home, a man's good word
My old man is a bad man, but
I can't deny the way he holds my hand
And he grabs me, he has me by my heart
He doesn't mind I have a Las Vegas past
the bar
The piano man's found
Another nail for my heart
And here in the bar
The piano man's found
Another nail for my heart
That stupid old bug
That kills
stupid old bug
That kills only love
I want to be good
Is that not enough
So play me the song
That makes it so tough
Another nail for my heart
purpose and reason, here I am a just taking my season
Take em out a good night and good evening, tongue exercisin' just like a demon', Say AHHHHHH
Ayo Roger
I was born a ramblin' man with
Swamp water on my hand
Daddy died so young and I had
To help momma get by
So I learned how to sing those songs
I
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