Lyrics:
of saltines in my back pocket
We stopped beneath streetlights searching
Old pay phones for quarters and dimes
You know I'm onto you
'Cause you know I'm onto
saltines
They parted happily, said they'd meet
Again in 2003, 2003, 2003 !
Get out of the old neighborhood!
Get out while your still looking good!
Wake up,
your Splenda daddy, ooh
That ring finger ain't as heavy as it used to be
Lighter than a feather on a chickadee
Like caviar on a saltine
You know
with a beer in the bright sunshine,
Eat greens and ripe tomatoes hot off the vine
With saltine crackers
We'd talk and roar with laughter
Oh, how I
rockefeller
With French champagne
But Tesla grew thin
Eating only saltines
Going days in his lab
Without any sleep
Dreaming of God
As an x-ray beam
He was hit
politics ain't me either
Still prestigious
Raised on the P&B, saltine Premi's
Granny said, "call on Him, boy you need Jesus"
Respect for the game, I'm locked
Just to see the light opening to deafening fright
The windows won't board and the shutters won't close
I'm swaying in a saltine sauce of retribution
by a Koolah bar tree needing an
Urgent appendectomy
The Flying Doctor like a true Australian, performed the
Operation with a saltine can, he made
at a boutique? What's that about?
Shit, you can find me at the traphouse (ay)
I need saltines? I hit my guy Sam
'Cause I don't even buy my crackers from the White
And a plug
And my tongue and cheek
Made friends with a rat
To eat
Oh honey it tasted like
A little saltine
How does that taste
I open the door just
Feeling alone
And nothing to believe
You're stale to me
Like old saltines
Can't you see
That I had hate when you look at me
I hate everything
I wanted it
go, no more ak inside the faygo
Matter fact im sipping water like my diet saltines
So I keep on spitting like im rich of my streams
But don't mind me
pretty
Saltines, sardines, hot sauce
And onion rings
Georgia peaches, cottage cheese
Lettuce and whipped creamy
French fries, black-eyes, boiled corn
Stale saltines away
I've got a pickle
I've got a beer
I wanna love you
For at least a thousand years
I like the way
You cut my hair
I don't care
If you
not a ginger, I am Aragon
I’m not Aragon, I’m a rapper
I’m a Saltine, I’m a *******
I'm Aragon, I'm yup yup
I'm what...
Caught up in a heart break
down a pack of stale saltines
And I'm waiting on a train
Going to leave my troubles behind
Head out west to California
Where they say the sun shine all
what the body needs
So why does it all feel so distant to me
Someday, I'll make it
There can only be one
It's been
Sardines and saltines, I want
Green
hand, saltines on the floor
Reminising of the old days, when we didnt know what life was four
The good ol days is what we remember
We took it all with
Aye, aye, Thick Rick
Aye it's Lil Saltine, ha ha ha ha
Coming back at ya
Big ball beat
Wake up in the morning, Dr. Scholl's on my balls
Call me
Let's get into it
Let's get into it
Penny pincher
You know, Mexican wall painter
Switzerland
Attila the Hun
Chback
Haha, Lil Saltine ain't coming in
saltines and ketchup in packets
Leave me alone, I'll never be normal now
Leave me alone, I'll never be happy now
California days they come like a gold
for lunch
Chocolate fudge butter crunch
He don't mess with the Ritz Bits, Wheat Thins, Saltines, or Triscuits
Matzos, or Cheez-Its
Catch sugar
of saltines in my back pocket
We stopped beneath streetlights searching
Old pay phones for quarters and dimes
You know I'm onto you
'Cause you know I'm onto
Pork rind, Saltines
Salt shakers on the ground
Too much free time
No more can be found
Don't go slow though Bordeaux
cnd let me know when you're
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