Lyrics:
a song about a guy that probably did as much for
Our kind of music as anybody.
Well the Honky Tonks in Texas were my natural second home
The way you
asked a young policeman
If he'd only lock me up for the night
Well, I've had pigs in the farmyard
Some of them, some of them, they're alright
Well, he
a mark upon his silky hide E A E A Teach him he can trust me like a brother,one day
like KFC
Crip crazy, rocking matching t-shirts that says "the hood made me"
No love just spread slugs thats the policy, the leader and the prodigy
Now
the family tree
Took 'em under his wings like KFC
Crip crazy
Rocking matching T-shirts that says
"The hood made me"
No love, just spread slugs
That's
four Velours, withdrawals by Michael Kors
And I watch a pretty penny I'm talkin hundred or more
My critique for 'leet, not for the cheap
And my money
little fool
He did a tune about a travelin' man and he sang it for me and you
This song is for you, Ricky Nelson, wherever you may be
This song is for
that I knew your name
The drinks were getting to my head
You told me you would never dance alone
What could I say
We were surrounded by a crowd
The air
[Q-Tip]
Just feelin' things out for real, ya know?
Just want to do me for real, ya know?
No reason to make it complicated, you feelin'
it!)
Won't you come to me, baby? Won't you bring me my bail?
For a drink and a fight on a Saturday night, they put down in the Banua jail.
Banua,
it!)
Won't you come to me, baby? Won't you bring me my bail?
For a drink and a fight on a Saturday night, they put down in the Banua jail.
Banua,
"Ok, sure. Uhh, by the way, what is this for?"
[Signing receipt]
[F2:] "Just so I could have proof for my friends that
I met the biggest fuckin'
LIFTING US HIGHER
I REALLY LOVED THIS GUY...
JONATHAN THE JESUS FREAK
DIDN’T MEET ME SOME RANDOM WEEK
HIS MOM FOUND ALL OUR EMAILS
AND ALL HELL BROKE
DC like go barrack
Girl drunk it like a Fiji and she blowed my socks
Every night she coming through for me to fuck that
Found out she had a man I holla
a mark upon his silky hide E A E A Teach him he can trust me like a brother,one day
he just kick me off the team
For wearing high heels sneakers, and acting like a queen
Gonna tie my pecker to a tree, to a tree
Gonna tie my
Louder in our ears every night When Laura and Danny broke up She set her sights on Billy Stone Well, I had just split from Jonathan So by chance, I was all
She asked me how long I'd be stayin' in town,
And did I have plans this time for stickin' around
She said it'd be so nice if I
Could spend a week
the blood's running warm
I, I hear it coming, there's a thunderin' storm
Just like we lived it, you know that it's true,
Nelson Mandela, now we're walkin
My father said never give up, son
Just look how good Cassius become
Muhammad, Mahatma, and Nelson
Not scared to be strong
"I mean what if they
How do we engage?
Bullying just for fun
No wonder there's so many guns
Maybe we're better off in space
Mr. Nelson, Mr. Nelson, can you hear my
purring in the sun
Just as dangerous as a child
With a gun, shooting me down
Oh my Melody mine
Melody Nelson
Still playing hurting games for fun
Late night jam sessions
Woooo
It probably just peaked
Nope, it didn't
Ready 1, 2, ready go
Give me a Jonathan Lord, closer than a wife
Give me
the mortar & bricks
Johnny boy sang the coconuts
Johnny boy by the apple stand
Nickname is Johnny girls
Jonathan's the King of town
That's Loretta
Connie hey
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