Lyrics:
Queens, nicknamed Perico
We go back like PAs and wearin' PJs
Now we reached the peak age, runnin' trains for three days
Who wanna ride? It won't cost you
Stuff about me, chill no out, outside
Dead, deal, no more for you, it's magic
Magical, logical and Christmas day
Extended to stay, stay by stay
You can
roll and light he a cigar
Just like zac I dug up your sister may be dead but I still kissed her
If she was alive she would call me mister hands on ass
Why all these bugles crying for squads of young men drilled
To kill and to be killed and waiting by this train?
Why the orders loud and hoarse, why
know it was the hottest part of the day
And I took the horses up to the stall
Went to the barroom, ordered drinks for all
Three days in the saddle,
stopped by today
At Hank Williams's grave
My hero from the days of my youth
Was that him or me
That I used to be
In the times when I searched for
why?
'cause the brothers that I knew with the rise drove by
Only nice in the days looking down the road
Seeing beautiful girls with the car load
Yeah
to the masses
Get kicked to the curb
For passin' the classes
Half empty, half full, save half for your taxes
Then overtake your former self
I fly by
the day he left
And now how that world is dead
And a good man is so hard to find
She got no time now for Casanovas
Yeah those days are gone
She don't
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On the mean streets of New York, everyone has
fast enough
As for woman
They don't last with just one man
But baby grand
Will stand by me
They say that no one's gonna play this on the radio
They said
You were a blonde in a Zac Brown t-shirt
And coral lips painted to tease
You asked me why my Chevy's not dirty
I had to grin and give you my keys
name in lights, you tryna short it out the ground
You're the one that's got it twisted, 'cause I'm right by your side
I had a bad day you, jumpin'
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
halloween brown leaved vertigo,
Where skeletal life is known,
I remember halloween this day anything goes.
Burning bodies hanging from poles
I remember
just to get back home
I'm a cowboy on a steel horse I ride
I'm wanted dead or alive
Wanted dead or alive
Sometimes I sleep sometimes is not for
filled it up
Always knew what it was
Sing, ooh
Been on your side for years
You could never love without crying, ooh
Is she dead? Is she fine?
Every
to see
We're still standing under the closing edge
Pay for the crime of feeling
When all your pride is dead you must be scared instead
A quiet word is my
on the mariner
About his neck, the dead bird is hung
And the curse goes on and on at sea
And the curse goes on and on for them and me
"Day after day, day
a favorite player in every single sport
I'm not gon' answer those questions
Let's go
Matt, what up?
(That was my phone)
Shoutout to Boogie Brown
Flute.
At the chapel on Sunday to atone for past deeds,
He'd say Pater and Aves and counted his brown beads.
'Til after some time, at the priest's
by side
I said, hey Carmen come on let's go downtown
She said I gotta go but my friend can stick around
Take a load off Fanny, take the load for
through that live & grow
Grew up on cinelli beach, yeah right there by that corner store
Right there where them niggas post, drug dealin and blowin drow
lies littering Black people's experiences with the law
We are not protected by it
This is not what we voted for when we voted for our first Black
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