Lyrics:
wolf's breath
By the hair of your chinny chin I'll blow you in
And the twig house answered yes
No one left but number three
To save that piglet
(Dolly Parton/Bill Owens)
You lied to me
I can't believe
That I've been such a fool
I thought this time
I might find
Someone who would play by
Buck Owens & Susan Raye
I was looking back to see if you were looking back to see
If I was looking back to see if you were looking back at me
You
thousand (ayy)
Champagne in the club costs thousands
We got gold by the bar, that's thousands
Ferragamo belt will hit me for a even thousand
We can
The word I'm ballin' be flowin' to the fed Jakes
And I keep chicks on my lap throwin' me head fakes
Nigga I walk around with the grams you stackin'
And me
Tellin' my ex-girl tryna ex-plain
How I am no good so go with the next man But dog
You don't know me
You don't know us
We go by the name of A-T-F
I'm old Tom Moore from the bummer's shore in that good old golden days
They call me a bummer and a gin shot too, but what cares I for praise ?
I
Well now meet me in the bottom,
Bring me my running shoes.
Yeah now, meet me in the bottom,
Bring me my running shoes.
When I come out
unlocked
And said come in with me
Now they all were safe inside
But the bricks hurt wolf's pride
So, he slid down the chimney and oh, by Jiminey
In a fire
OPEN UP YOUR HEART
(Buck Owens)
« © '66 Blue Book Music »
Open up your heart and let my love come in
Open up your heart and let my life begin
were calling me and hoping for a good time
Bad time for a good time, baby
A bad time
You should know about it by now
Bad time for a good time, baby
Poppin' Giuseppe tags like it's American Apparel
20,000 up in Barneys, haters'll never harm me
Rick Owens on me, bombers for my whole army
Andale,
can't knock the hustle (alright)
But I- it's like a game of twenty-one and I got nineteen
And my Jake but I put more D on me
Lil' Weezy Wee gon' eat
So I gotta stay high, yeah, I gotta stay high
Too low in my, too low in my
Count the racks up (huh), I got my stacks up (you dig?)
Bad lil' bitch,
When the telephone woke me this morning, I'm sorry was the first thing I said
From that point it get's a bit fuzzy, thinking with half a head
me feel like I'm loved by somebody
I can deal with the bad nights
When I'm with my baby, yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
We at a party we don't
stopped by the bunk house were me and old Jake used to stay
They say Jake died about ten years ago and they buried him out there on the plains
Old friend
God in all this mess?
Well, see that's the reason for the song
See, wherever you go there's one thing ya got to know
God, is right there by your side
were
Tryin' to make a living out of black-land dirt
But we'd get together in a family circle singing loud
Daddy sang bass, mama sang tenor
Me
N***** is broke it make me sick
Last name Owens first name Rick
Yeah I'm clean but a n**** filthy rich
I'm not just anybody you can catch me in
can't knock the hustle (alright)
But I- it's like a game of twenty-one and I got nineteen
And my Jake but I put more D on me
Lil' Weezy Wee gon' eat
Babies cryin' brothers dyin' and brothers getting knocked
Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked down
In this cold, cold world
It was
They can't see me, even if you had 3D glasses (3D glasses)
Bad bitch in the bikini, she from Calabasas (Calabasas)
Got a pocket full of blue cheese
Was it something I did
In another life?
I try and try
But nothing comes out right
For me
Bad Karma
Killing me by degrees
I took a wrong turn
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