Lyrics:
on thing that is left to do
See this journey all the way through
Me and you
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey
Lost in Shell City
Save me
Make me
the things I feel
Straight quoted in nine-trey by the dime
Taking shit down we ain't like the price
He clutches the wine and tips it in cyonide
Plastics which
our eyes
The scene was set
For things that should get better
From the days when it was tight
When we worked all days and nights
A glimmer of hope
Shone
the presence of your brand new number one
Responsibility, you know the boots I fill are large
One thing I'm sure of here is that Alexander is in charge
There
new shoe
Don't put that thing on me
Don't put that thing on me 'cause I'm goin' back to Tennessee
Hoodoo lady I want you to unlock my door
So I can get
got no spare time
A hangover since '95 (ouh ouh ouh)
Brand new jeans that feels too tight
So many things that I could bitch about
Ouh ouh ouh
Ccccc
But we so hard pressed, to be impressed by these new rappers
They actors, and the fact is, you want that old thing back
What you wanna do?
What you
new shoe
Don't put that thing on me
Don't put that thing on me 'cause I'm goin' back to Tennessee
Hoodoo lady I want you to unlock my door
So I can get
cantina's full of dreamers
And lately I've been spacin'
Cuz playin' by the rules? Well
That ain't my vocation
If light has set the speed limit
Why not try
Underground left and right pair surround sound can't be scared
Plea the ams radio tapes that he jammed
Golden chrome, desert eagle never left at home
Flip
back in hope she'll approach
The road is cold but heaven is bold
But you hope she is the thing that goes bump in the night
Tearing along and she is
a road That cut
There walked a man who kicked his boots saw him right away caught
By the eye small jobs don't deny as an Old pride when he might say
He
I burn the next MC like gonorrhea
Knock the boots on a girl named Althea
Then pull her friend by the name of Maria
[Kane]
Well I got
sent from God for their good beyond their expectation
In 1621, 102 pilgrims had arrived But by fall of 1621, only half were still alive
But those that
hearts from town to town
Now the things I fear
Come back here
I feel the cold ground underneath my boots
For no good reason it reminds me of you
And country up
Country up your drink, your boots, your ride
Put a four by four in a Friday night
Find field or river or a honky tonk
Put a camo Bass Pro
Come apart at the seams
Come apart from me
Pick you up by the roots
Stomp the soil down with my boots
Leave without a trace
Nowhere of you left about
to my spot in VA
Cause the money comes quick
Half of that got fucked up before I even got the check in on him (damn)
But things happen so I really
alright by me
All my boots got holes in 'em
Barely got a pot to piss in
That don't mean I'm not livin' dream
Sometimes all the good times
Are barely
still think it'll be OK
Mass poverty displayed on old newsreels
Roosevelt developed his New Deal
It made such a difference and how
But are things much
I can pull up And do all types
Of things that I wouldn't have done if I
Wasn't in fuckin love with bitch
Conversations until the sun come up
I was
(Don't believe) That dead King George will wake up screaming
Our soundtrack is the slowest thing
Some will ache, replace the sting
Rap stars brag
Burning money, burning bodies, burning buildings and concrete
It's an enigma that the power of Christ compels you
To hate the very thing that compels you
a strange coupe, that's a orange Range Rover coupe
That's a o-range rover, that's a fruit
Y'all so cute, get her, she for you, she a swoop
On a boot, 1800
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