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
yes this time/ and the old that I knew/ out the window (By any means necessary) x2
My intentions are new (my intentions all new) yes this time…
My
together as a whole race
And don't be fed up by the old days
They try to do us like the indians, killin us like wild beast
And show more love for the chinese
the old man to his daughter now if this be true of thee
O Jack he will be banished and confined you will be
You may confine my body but you can't confine my
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
Now I bend like reeds in wind.
On my way toward darker days.
I’m compelled by ghosts of desire.
This new world which I must brave.
This is his
trillion ways a man could die
And I am waiting on my knees in an arctic blizzard breeze
For infinity to bring you by my side
Thought I saw you standing up
shop
So, I'll nurse this 6 pack my old Browning bought
I done my best to make my old man proud
30 years I burned my soul right out
Oh Lord, if you can
I was born by the river
That my momma cried when my daddy died
Maybe that was the reason I didn't get the attention
That I was needing to touch
casualties show up
This shit remind me of a drive-by
More motherfuckers die by accident than on purpose, why?
'Cause they don't know what they doin'
They
(Verse 1)
In a castle big and wide,
Lived a man with secrets to hide,
His name was Bluebeard, known by all,
With a house so grand and a voice so
Muhammad will forever speak
Greet brothers with handshakes in ghetto landscapes
Where a man is determined by how much a man make
Cop Cognacs and spit old
City girls just seem to find out early
How to open doors with just a smile
A rich old man and she won't have to worry
She'll dress up all in lace
by these cursed hands
This cannot stand, this can't go on
I'll damn my soul by the first light of dawn
All knights, all bishops, rooks, queens,
ever see
But Jeffery was a child trapped inside a man forgotten by society
And soon when trouble come around it preyed on young Jeffreys mind
And soon
know that I'm the shit so I don't really need ya feedback
Was trappin' out my mama's man I'm still spendin' old money
It's so funny
You tryna hit
about forever
Staged by the better days
Sane to forget her
Days look the same like
Wishfully hum this
Blissfully sung this
Wistfully clung to scars
In Old Santa Barbara
On a street labeled 'Nowhere'
In a car that was driven
By a man who fell for her
Headed in a new direction
With her and her four
I stepped out onto the midway
I was looking for the pirate ship
And saw this small, old white tent at one end
It was blue
And had white lights
Demons though the darkness fled sought other souls unblessed
Angels by Gods spirit led this homeless man to rest
La LA... LA LA..LA LA… X 3
FULL
tequila
But ill keep drinking till I'm bourbon high
One more stop for a fill-up
Cause this old truck don't run on dreams
Then I'm right by on the highway
hair its not days that go by
While I'm witch you that I won't even care
[Chorus: x2]
You been with young dudes old guys
Hindus papas Colombians
the watching guard's disdain
As young and old go rolling on the clicking wheels of trains
And the driver only does this job
With vodka in his coat
And he
tomorrow
Brain dead
Scattered over the hood of my old lady's brand new auto
Man, knew I should have kept it G and drove my Monte Carlo
It got like this
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