Lyrics:
face on the concrete
Got me .44 it shoot like Nowitzki
Pour me up henny dont give me no whiskey
Yes imma dog im gone beat up her kitty
Yes im
dazzles my sight
One by one they all rise
One by one they improvise
Seated at blue note NYC
Right in the middle of Greenwich
Seated right in front
soft.
I was sittin' on the corner just a-wastin' my time
When I realised I was the king of the rhyme.
I got on the microphone and what do you see?
They made me write him love songs, sitting in my room
Now I just drink whiskey and drive around my friends
Get a haircut, get a job, maybe born again
break.
I get home long after sundown.
Throw my bra and pants on the ground.
First I drink wine
Listen to Wynonna,
Now I need whiskey
I heard “Crazy” by
wanna dem bring you poison
So I roll by myself and that I carry my (bit)
You wished you stayed around, you know my clip got the (lip)
So empty your
havin', the same?
Waiter another round for the gang"
It's strange how I always felt outta place
Joe the Butcher's my ace
But in comes Freckle Face
So I said
your eyes
They're slowly rising
Look at the sun
In the horizon
In weekends of whiskey sours
As we go and pass the hours
By tonight
Floating by my mind
ain't no Mexican
I got nines in the bedroom, glocks in the kitchen
A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I'm shittin
Uhh, the lesson from
Wasted and wounded, it ain't what the moon did
Got what I paid for now
See ya tomorrow, hey Frank can I borrow
A couple of bucks from you?
To go
drinkin' man
But temptation got the best of me
And I took a slash
That yella whiskey runnin' down my throat
Like honey dew vine water
And I took
'em by my bed on the floor
You ain't gonna crash your party here no more
You better get to walkin' if you don't want what you got
Either love me
starts talking you out of my head
But that was the old me and he is good as dead
The Whiskey Ain't Talking
It ain't saying I need you
It ain't the things
BOP-A-LENA
WRITERS MEL TILLIS, WEBB PIERCE
RECORDED BY RONNIE SELF
Oop-scooby-dooby-lena, go-gal-go
bop-a-lena, bop-a-lena, she's my gal
Oh,
(and stop worrying, dear)
By now! Now, now (more hot pies!)
Will you wait there cooly (you'll come back when it comes)
'Cause my customers truly are
Drinking whiskey by my bedside
Will you love me all night
Girl you've got me tongue-tied
Drinking whiskey by my bedside
Will you love me all night
love my brand new car
I like drinkin' the best of whiskey and playing in a honky tonk bar
But when I come off the road, well I just got to have my time
missed my heart, you missed my heart
You got me good, I knew you would
But you missed my heart, you missed my heart"
Were his last words before he died
Like the sun reflected on my glass
Or the grapes on the vines in the valley
I just cannot get passed
How I got so lucky
Like the smooth taste right
humming
Dynamite, dynamite, clef I got the cash
Yo let's skip town like harlem nights
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my
Me and my best friend Lillian
And her blue tick hound dog Gideon
Sittin' on the front porch coolin' in the shade
Singin' every song the radio
a cracker and a piece of cheese
The waiter came by, said, You tried the Clams Casino?
I said, "Who me? No".
She leaned over and whispered something I'd
a brand new day
It's about time you got served your way
'Cause if I serve you my way, I turn you on
But if I serve you your way, I can't go wrong
Although
Earn my pay
As an extra for the day
You got to play the game
When you're just another face
When you're just another waiter
In some no-name play
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