Lyrics:
Kristofferson was a bartender, Tanya Tucker was one year old
And eh, Dolly Parton was a thirty-two B
Alright a long time ago.
Well, you folks have been nice
the squatter mounted on his thoroughbred
Down came the troopers one two three
Right-o where's that jolly jumbuck that you've got in your tucker bag?
You'll come
bitches cuz it's sharks all around her
But she
She know she baiting so that hating don't mind her
Ms Tanya
Killing every scene and it's case closed
Uh
You
a position to move
And you can't move cause your move is blocked by the knight
At twelve o'clock, that's when the madness begins
So I start to focus in, my
This is my mother fucking house, eh I'm by the front door
Here about a blond haired bitch name Sisco
She'll do anything for daddy man the bitch go
The Delta sounds like a good place to go visit
Tanya Tucker sang about it in one of her songs
But I don't want to give up the way I'm living
Like
One must admit that by and large
Upholders of the British Raj
Don't shine in conversation as a breed
Though Indian army officers could read a bit
in my range to make it happen
If I make it happen, that means I'm making motion
And I'm doing my thing causing an ill commotion
Everybody do
was
As good as smoking grass
But anyone that don't like Hank Williams
They can kiss our ass
Cause I think what they done
Was well worth doin'
was Sonia (oh)
It was Tanya (oh), it was Monique (oh)
It was Niecy (oh), it was Keke (oh)
Ayy, now to see you at twenty-three, all I can say is
I'd be one pitching dirt, standing with the family, the brothers that were earned
I sang at the funeral of Billy Joe Shaver heard Tanya Tucker sing
in my range to make it happen
If I make it happen, that means I'm making motion
And I'm doing my thing causing an ill commotion
Everybody do
a wish, and blow the smoke off my piece.
Unloadin', unfold and the rhymes are explodin',
And the mic that I'm holdin's golden.
Cordless, 'cause the wire
was Sonia (oh)
It was Tanya (oh), it was Monique (oh)
It was Niecy (oh), it was Keke (oh)
Ayy, now to see you at twenty-three, all I can say is
a crime scene, stand behind the yellow tape
I started making money in eleventh grade
Soon as I learned that the more you do, the less you wait
Got
This is my muh fucking house
Hey I'm by the front door
Here about a blond haired bitch named Sisco
She'll do anything for daddy man the bitch go
Tell
You can haunt any house by yourself
Be a man or a mouse by yourself
You can act like a king on a thrown
There are lots of things that you can do
One must admit that by and large
Upholders of the British Raj
Don't shine in conversation as a breed
Though Indian army officers could read a bit
game 20 pounds, but all my niggas still crush
Still stack chips galore
Chicks want out the ghetto, try to hit you raw
Better know that everything I
Spending these lonesome evenings
With nothing to do
But to live in dreams that I make up
All by myself
Dreaming that you're beside me
I
a takin' his chances)
(Hoping that tanya will show)
a perfect storm
The rain came pouring down
When I was drowning, that's when I could finally breathe
And by morning, gone was any trace of you
I think I
just to spill all the tea
I'm not gonna let you do, do that to me
Gonna fuck up your life, like
John Tucker Must Die, like
Gone Girl, taking you by
As time goes by
You will see
That we're going to be free
You and me, we'll touch the sky
Can't you see in your mind's eye
That we are one, we're
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