Lyrics:
To take you to his mansion in the sky
She's forty one and her daddy still calls her baby
All the folks around Brownsville say she's crazy
'Cause she
your couch
And it's knowin' I'm not shackled
By forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that have dried upon some line
That keeps you in
That lipstick on your collar, well, it ain't my shade of pink
And I can tell by the smell of that perfume
It's like forty dollars too cheap
54-40 or fight
I've got this 20-20 hindsight helping me along
54-40 or fight
What happens to my ocean in the dead of night when I can't go on
Will it
I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore, I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
And we can skin a buck, we can run a trot line
And a countryboy can survive, country folks can survive
I had a good friend in New York City
He never
when's the local out of town?"
His reply: "Two a.m."
If I'm leavin' local-bound
I can catch it in forty minutes,
if I want to grab the express
But
Well, I left Kentucky back in forty nine
An' went to Detroit workin' on a 'sembly line
The first year they had me puttin' wheels on Cadillacs
Every
To take you to his mansion in the sky?
She's forty-one and her daddy still calls her "baby"
All the folks around Brownsville say she's crazy
'Cause she
me boys
in monday morning houses down
through gravel yards and dirty smoke
to somewhere on the sky line
what i feel is still the same
she's 40
Duracell see the head glow I'm so [?] man you using [?] Xylophone astronaut in the zone Night create we can go and moon shake Area 54 bright lights big city
stick together
Even when we got baby's by the same nigga
I'm saying, with checks need to get increased to 40 cans
Of fuckin' imfamil a month
You look just like how I'ma be
Sacred geometry
In a line, in a line, in a line, in a line, in a line
Three angels in kind, on time, go straight,
walks up to me and the sun begins to shine
Then he walks right past and I know that I've got to get back in the line
Now I think of what my mamma told
up to me and the sun begins to shine
Then he walks right past and I know that I've got to get back in the line
Now I think of what my mamma told me
your couch
And it's knowing I'm not shacked
By forgotten words and boons
And the ink stains
That have dried upon some line
That keeps you in the back
To take you to his mansion in the sky?
She's forty-one and her daddy still calls her "baby"
All the folks around Brownsville say she's crazy
'Cause she
Girl, I'm down the street
I'm home, I'm out of my work clothes
When I'm out in the street, oh oh oh oh oh
I walk the way I want to walk
When I'm out
your couch
And it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that have dried up on some line
That keeps you in
Girl, I'm down the street
I'm home, I'm out of my work clothes
When I'm out in the street, oh oh oh oh oh
I walk the way I want to walk
When I'm out
of being somebody's fool
Not walkin' tough baby, not walkin' cool
You walk cool, but darlin', can you walk the line
And face the ties that bind
The ties
To take you to his mansion in the sky
She's forty one and her daddy still calls her baby
All the folks around Brownsville say she's crazy
'Cause she
a little, drink a little
Sun goes down
We're all saved by Jesus
And our mama's prayers
We're all a little lost and found
In some town somewhere
Some
mirrored by anywhere else
Homes protruding from stones with their wood-coloured black
Scattered cars in a line, steam rising out the shack
One door
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