Lyrics:
the whole clique snapped (ohh, let's-)
There's a whole lot of people in the house
Tryna smoke with the yak in your mouth
(Good at night) and we back
your job every day
And then you work so hard 'til your hair turns gray
Let me tell you about life and about the way it is
You see, we live by the gun,
weather
Come out the tunnel to the light saying
Pain will make you better
Tell me how you feel
Look over your shoulder
Time will make it real
Give
The crowded house the lonely room
You choose your fate babe you seal your doom
Find yourself crawling down the polluted streets
You're at the mercy of every
My friends from high school
Married their high school boyfriends
Moved into houses in the same ZIP codes
Where their parents live
But I, I
Roll on momma like I asked you to do
And roll on, eighteen-wheeler, roll on (roll on)
Well, it's Wednesday evening, momma's waitin' by the phone
It
supper gets cold
Collection plates and daddy's billfold
And that's how it goes
You live long enough, people get old
I sat up right beside him in
like this
I put wives at risk with a knife like this (ah)
Shit, you probably think I'm in your tape deck now
I'm in the back seat of your truck with
So you wanna be a rap superstar
And live large, a big house five cars the rent charged
Comin' up in the world don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your
All I Need
Music and lyrics by Susan Ritchie
Verse 1
I went looking in all the old places
Drove by our little house in town
I thought I might find
oh, livin' all alone
Without a house or a home and then she asked you, please,
Hey, baby, can I have some spare change
Oh, can I break your heart ?
been a long week
So let's just relax
Just live in the moment
Cuz you cant change the past
(It's sweater weather)
(It's sweater weather)
(It's sweater
me, but I don't trust myself
I drove by your house, but you don't live there anymore
'Cause I don't really like myself without you
Every song I
tricks with her feet
She gets up, falls down, breaks even,
Gets caught by the wrong mister right
Hey, it's a hard town.
I wouldn't want to live in it
and a pit bull in the seat
These pigs'll get bit foolin' with me, quit foolin' with me
Bitch, you're gonna see, no pistol in the seat
Why it always gotta
will be over
You can see it in the weather
Out of tune with mama nature
What you do comes back to you
We're not alone
We're not alone
We're not
Far from the crowded city
Where flowers pretty caress the stream
Cozy to hide in, to live side by side in,
Don't let it apart in my dream
Picture
with all the stormy weather in the world, you learn
To take life one storm at a time, you don't have to be afraid
And now when there's bad weather
a vet do
You can't gas me, bitch, 'cause I'm sellin' jet fuel
Real life freaky girl live in the bedroom (freaky)
Snuck off and hit my bitch in the red
Have you ever been awaken by the crowing of a rooster
While the night is still heavy on the ground
And the voice of Uncle Ben seems to break
letter-Y, I'm so high
I skeet-skeet in any nigga dime like she's mine
Street-sweeper in the back of the hatch, make me pop the latch
Leave you bloody with
Detox at the flop house no booze allowed
Remember the good old days with the rockabilly crowd
Memphis is where he's from (out in Tennessee)
He lives in
around my house and watch TV
I want the real life, I want to live the real life
I guess it don't matter how old you are
Or how old one lives to be
I
girl
You ready? (What I'm ready)
I'm making short term goals
When the weather folds
I just had to test y'all
I'm making short term goals
When
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