Lyrics:
a savior and don't need a fake
I wanna be elected
We're all gonna rock to the rules that I make
I wanna be elected, elected, elected
I never lied to you,
is a modern cowboy ballad commemorating that delightful metamorphosis called the wild west is where I wanna be.
Along the trail you'll find me
From thirty thousand feet above the desert floor I see it there below
A city with a legend, the West Texas city of El Paso
Where long ago I heard
The wild, Gotham
The Wild West
Ha ha, ride
All you see is the sun, reflecting off of the gun
Ready for the showdown, that go down at one
Sweat
It's the wild wild west
It's the wild wild west (shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up)
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up (it's the wild wild west)
It's the wild
place wanna be taken
In my mind all I see is dollars and lace
This bad chick just started waving
The crowed running as I make my way
I said hey little
love, but in vain I could tell
One night a wild young cowboy came in, wild as the West Texas wind
Dashing and daring, a drink he was sharing
With
heaven street to me
Don't be so proud
You're just another angel in the crowd
And I'm walking in he wild west end
Walking with your wild best friend
love, but in vain, I could tell
One night, a wild young cowboy came in
Wild as the West Texas wind
Dashing and daring, a drink he was sharing
With
we'll be just fine, don't mind us, yeah)
Find me where the wild things are
I lose my balance on these eggshells
You tell me to tread, I'd rather be
slicker pickers got a lot of
Slicker licks than me.
But ridin' the range and acting strange
Is where I want to be.
And I just wanna be a cosmic cowboy
slicker pickers got a lot of
Slicker licks than me.
But ridin' the range and acting strange
Is where I want to be.
And I just wanna be a cosmic cowboy
I
brings it and he brings it and it passes every test
They're talkin' he's a wild man might be the fastest in the West
Well, he's drafted by New York, he's
Jumping off the front porch
With a new approach
Don't approach me with the bullshit
I remote to a location where the broom sit
Here I go street
in the 3rd degree
And to the kids you don't wanna be me
I'm up in the mix of action, where niggas wanna kill me
But it's the start of they ending my
brother and them.
Youngsta, Youngsta, you at it again?
Popping gats motherfucker when you know you got his
I don?t think that you should be in
you, you'll never stop me
From bein' whatever we need to be
And in these dark times, I'm so glad that this love is blinding
'Cause all I see is
your lip react,
You don't wanna see my hand where my hip be at,
With all of this, from the start of this,
Runnin' the game, James West tamin' the west
we'll be just fine, don't mind us, yeah)
Find me where the wild things are
I lose my balance on these eggshells
You tell me to tread, I'd rather be
to help you up
Are you the man you thought you'd be by the time that you turned thirty-three?
Are you still a bullet in your daddy's gun?
Don't forget
If your dream house
Is a double-wide trailer sitting back in the holler
On a country road
Then baby that's where we'll go
If you don't wanna
in vain I could tell
One night a wild young cowboy came in wild as the west Texas wind
Dashing and daring a drink he was sharing with wicked
West side
West side
Is the wild wild West
West side
West side
West side
Ugh
West side ok we're on the best side if the chick don't like me
I put her
Greetings loved ones
Let's take a journey
I know a place
Where the grass is really greener
Warm, wet and wild
There must be something in
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