Lyrics:
Troubadours from Woody Guthrie to Robert Johnson
So I'm sorry if your T.V. got you scared to live
But shout out to the ones that picked me up without a question
it ain't thin
It can stick right to your skin
And make you feel fine
It makes you feel fine
I wanna be there
Wanna go back down and get high by
life, hallelujah
Women, beautiful women
We're all better off with 'em
Right by our sides (ooh ooh)
Yeah, yeah
Sixteen, you get them keys
I've come up hard baby, but now I'm cool
I didn't make it sugar, playin' by the rules
I've come up hard baby, but now I'm fine
I'm checkin'
Question number five: I want you to know jive
Question number six: how long to get fixed ?
Question number seven: should I pick you up at a quarter
You got a voice, you got a choice
Go make some noise
Don't ever let 'em tell you who you are
Raise 'em up
Fist black and blue, fight for the truth
Its
move you
Lose yourself tonight
Come alive
Let the moment take you
Lose control tonight
It's the time that you totally screwed up
Still you try to get it
uh-huh
I want you (I want you)
To come get lost with me (make up your mind)
Ask you one more time (ask you one more time)
Before I go
the world
No hesitating
We only got four minutes, four minutes
So keep it up, keep it up, don't be a pri- hey
Madonna, uh
You gotta get in line, hop
I pull you back in my direction
Too keep you by my side
You don't have to go nowhere
To get where you should be
You don't have to look around
Some folks living in the country can't wait
To get in their pick-up trucks and go to town
There's people living in a penthouse
Dying to get out in
before
Tell the truth, lights don't shine at all
In our town
Sun comes up each morning
Just like it's always done
Get up, go to work, start the day,
Met a retarded kid name Greg, with a wooden leg
Snatched it off and beat him over the fucking head with the peg
Go to bed with the keg, wake up
couldn't love someone
'Cause I might break
If you're gonna die, not by mistake
So, where did you go?
I should know, but it's cold
And I don't wanna be
around get your guys hit, a ten hut!
I send three-six ol' shit, nigga what?
If ya tired ya tired, if ya snooze ya lose
But you won't wrap up ya
double hockey sticks I go
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way
yeah, pull up with the broom do a street sweep (sweep sweep)
Shit did it this cece (coco)
Swag on repeat (drip drip)
Day by the day (day by the day)
Besides, we been down this road one before...
[Chorus]
Just gettin' by on gettin' by's my stock and trade
Livin' it day to day
Pickin' up the pieces
get up, get down, hold up a blunt
I smoke the kinda stuff that make the records go number one
'Cause if at first you don't succeed, won't hurt
You Keep on giving me the Hold up
You know I wish you'd make your mind up
'cause when we get it on its so-so
You use to be my Romeo
'cause you
bundled up now but wait 'til you get older
But the media men beg to differ
Judging by the hole in the satellite picture
The ice we skate is getting
the things we used to say
And make the world, make it go away
Now Im sorry if I hurt you
Let me make it up to you day by day
And if you will please forgive
how he plays, you gotta get up on your feet
When he gets a rocking fever, baby, heaven sakes
He don't stop playing 'til his guitar breaks
You know
We can shoot up by the town
Have you ever been to Texas?
South By Southwest
Where we can smoke a zip like we can't get arrested
Where they might
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