Lyrics:
and bound
And I will not turn my whole life upside down
And if the genie were set free
And by the laws of things like that, he's indebted to me
I'd bury
untouched by the last of the three
Just God's Holy Bible would interest Harold Dee
But he'd read it and recite it in his study for days
Without eating
me
All of them to get me by
Take my money take my rings I'd trade
It all for just three things
Good friends good whiskey and good lovin'
Don't you
work for a fair day's pay
I've always lived my life that way
But now I can't help thinking
I've been taken for a ride
Those hard years
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
Drive-by eggings, plaguing LA
"Yo, you just got my little cousin, ese"
Sometimes hard-boiled, sometimes runny (Ray)
Comes from a chicken, not a bunny,
Maybe there's time, this time
Fair
Write
Kind
Right
So fair
Write
And time
Onto page nine
He saw the first chapter was titled His Life
And so
My mother came to Hazard when I was just seven
Even then the folks in town said with prejudiced eyes
That boy's not right
Three years ago when I
at least worth another try
I'm a king in the land of abuses
Undetermined by the promise of excuses
Who's to win if we know that it's not fair
Who would
crawl with my red hair
And I see that life's not fair
I scream, I beg, god give me a hand
This is my testimony
I need someone to hold me
Grandma taught me
my bad thoughts
I was saved by the bell
One, two, three
Now my soul is free
I don’t have an easy life
With a lot of strifes
Two, three, four
all my meals for free
I think I'm being shunned by my feet again
'Cause it's not a homeless life for me
It's just I'm home less than I'd like to be
(Traditional, arranged by Ry Cooder)
(G) - (D)
(G) I'll sing you a true song of (D) Billy the (G) Kid
I'll (D) sing the record of (G) deeds that he
don't want to be the wife of a king
Would you go away with me
But three days ago they were caught
By the men of Lord Tyrant
He killed his daughter
like yourself man
So whether you bangin for crip or blood
You better bang for sumthin young thug
'Cause you'll get banged on not by bangas
But by
wave outside the window
Older loved ones stay inside
Moms and babies blowing kisses
May be saving someone's life
They had to cancel graduation
It
again
Like when you call an ex at 3 am
That shit'll always hit me when I'm up in bed
I like to blame on this life I chose to live
And the rapping game is
tare ara na wae na 3b3bom
3hↄ na akukudamfoↄ nso b3 fr3 me for business
3ne3 amfa ara bruh still gotta hope
We came from the trenches life 3ny3 fair
Vowed it would be my life or his'n
I'm not afraid of death but oh
What will I do if you leave me?
Do not forsake me, oh my darlin'
You made that
He is not your run-of-the-mill garden variety Alabama country fare
Left on Silver Lake he keeps a small apartment top an Oriental food store there
have to compete
And try being me
When you walk down the street
It's not easy
By the by
Just surviving
In the public
Eye
You may think I'm
and you’re the wrong (I’m a very fair person)
And that’s the fucking reason you can’t be fair
Gettin’ text by iOS, fake friends, it’s what you get
I got no
Drive-by eggings, plaguing LA
"Yo, you just got my little cousin, ese"
Sometimes hard-boiled, sometimes runny (Ray)
Comes from a chicken, not a bunny,
If the meek shall inherit the earth
And not the weak
Let me inherit the street, fuck it
You know what I mean?
I mean I love life man, you know
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