Lyrics:
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
body all up on me
All my girls in the club
Sing we got it
(We got it)
Everybody get to see
Now I'm movin', in the V.I.P.
With the hottest girl by
body all up on me
All my girls in the club
Sing we got it
(We got it)
Everybody get to see
Now I'm movin', in the V.I.P.
With the hottest girl by
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My, my, my, my dad says they don't make music like they used to
And nowadays there ain't no record store to root through
We upload and then we
you sleeping on me
So much so you ain't leave in the morning
By my ears, preaching you ain't corny
But you really corny, ethanol
I bet it all on my
from the south
So I'ma keep that fucking gun
Yeah, this bitch keep playing all
My songs, like shawty, you the one
(World On Lockdown) i'm like, "Sike
I
pants on nigga
I just turned this motherfucker to a dance song nigga
When I walk she gonna talk because my bitch she on fleek
Get her nails and her hair
sinkin' so fight everyone
Fight everyone
Fight everyone
Fight everyone
Fight everyone
White birds in motion down by the sea
Band on the pavement
Why do we settle for less and cry and beg for more?
Beg for more
The newspaper is singing a song to wash your brain
Like the internet and the radio,
My boots sure feel good on this hardwood
My beers never tasted this cold
The bands playing all of my favorite songs
And somehow I don't feel
Couldn't find the words to let you know
Little kid
Looking across the tram
Wonders what I'm writing on my hand
The words to a song
Inspired by
breaks my heart to see a nation cloned by someone else's poetry.
They got their backs snapped by 12 inch pressure of financial bigotry.
You know I've
Johnny left home, to seek his fame
Small town boy, the streets of L.A.
A day time waiter, in a night time band
Acting cool, said he was a real man
from the time that's illusive
I knew a girl by the name of roxanne, met her in eighty-six
At the local band stand
New tracksuit, fat laces white sneakers
glories with a faithful tongue,
Ye blooming graces, triumph in my song.
Now here, now there, the roving Fancy flies,
Till some lov'd object strikes her
you write a song I'll reward you for a job well drunk
I never took for granted all the time I've got on hand
But certain days I'm getting by on amazon
I'm a tripper man in a space of jam
Flying in the circus of a freakshow band
My ears are wings
They take me to my dreams
I close my eyes and I'm
Poss & Rocky come and bring their posse to join the fun
A song sounds better when more friends join the band, so you can...
CHORUS
I don't know where
no
Don’t say we’ll see or maybe so
Just tell me what I want to know
"What they say" has got to go
Alexander salamander
Follow by my guiding hand,
bands by the handful
Had to make a new mix, add a couple new samples
Try to make your shit sound eventful
Yeah, man's on Xans had to cancel the rent
and lay me down
Or I'll get off without you
Better off without me now
By myself wishing that I was stoned
Nobody here ain't what I call a home
Getting my
In a divebar in Atlanta
The night is winding down
The band plays its last song
Itss last call for alcohol
I make my way to the bar
One last shot
Hey man
I could use a little help
I wanna write a verse
But I can't do it by
Myself
I'm writing all these
Words
And I'm tryna make it
Flow
I wanted
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