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Postmarked Birmingham

BlackHawk

Love & Gravity

1997

there
She never mentioned Alabama so I don't understand
Postmarked Birmingham

A two page letter written on Ramada stationary
Dated April twenty-two

a sign, that's a sign, that's a sign of a douchebag 

If he yells "Jägerbombs!" when drinking 
And starts a conversation by winking 
And tells you he's in

Imma get it either way
Gotta find your own way
My city, my place, ahh

I don't look at the scoreboard (glaucoma)
I'm always up by like 44 
I'm

could leave
I'm in Alabama or Louisiana
Ke'Noe and Dobey BeBe and Jabber
When I'm not in the lab
You know I'm trying to grab a cup of couple G's chick

goes by
Ion let them people know I’m from
Let them people know I'm from the south
All gold in they mouth
When monkey jeans went hard with the forces

If I pass before my next just know I tried
I just pray I'm by myself if I'm traveling on 85
I just pray the hurt I've caused
Doesn't surpass

Can't judge a book by its cover if u ain't never ready
It I paint the picture vivid nigga hold the camera steady
See ima crazy lil niggas I don't got

small town U-S-A
Oh yeah
I wouldn't trade one single day
I'm proud to say I love this place
Give me a Saturday night my baby by my side
Sweet home Alabama

My brothers said that I was rotten to the core
I was the youngest child, so I got by with more
I guess she was tired by the time I came along, she'd

Boozed and blown
Papa upped and gone
Currency here's a pretty little mouth
Mama writing a book about bones
Alabama fam
Buzzards lying down
Dead dog

Leave ya faceless strip ya naked
While I kill the beat boy you know I wreck it
Alpha Dog by the name of Lansky got a little patients but don't ya tempt me

As soon as I get it, imma stack it and spend it
Like joel osteen stuff the bands by the kennel
Soon as I cop me a demon
Drive that bitch off

Baggin and chasing money ain’t been home in weeks 
Ain’t a day that go by that I don’t get paid 
Pack smelling musty loud I told it to zip it
Lil

From that country where the rich eat the poor people
Star-Spangled Banner wavin’ out the Porsche window
I get it lit like a cross in Alabama
Tote

These niggas broke they cheap 


I been that nigga since a lil one 

Always been a real one 

Surrounded by all these fakes 

One time is all it take

my granny from Alabama
On the crossroads
Travel in the wind on a road
That's filled with lost souls
Haunted by the sins
I used to know when someone's

There was a slave who was a sharecropper by the name of Prince Lando
Born In 1835, he resided in Montgomery Alabama
He begot a son by the name

you guzzling swine by The pint

Let this generation witness
False gods beheaded
And just remember Starvin said it
I want all the credit

Look at how

by the fire, I'll be playing my guitar on the weekend
Get covered up in mud in my Jeep then
Take it to the lake skinny dipping
We'll lie up under stats

Roll with the punches like the alabama tide
Get it on your own, no need to take mine
Keep the same flow but the bars break your mind
And if you keep

medication, I been
B-bleeding out
Alabama
Come on now, you too hot for me to handle
In Montana
I stay up on the phone until you hang up
And I waited all alone,

a crazy hard left radical commie
I've got years of experience, I was VP for Obama
You've got nothing, you could not even win Alabama

Funny you mention that

A
Brave in the A-Town
Swing it like Acuna
But I’m from Alabama, plus I never been a Junior
So pick a petunia
You got a problem, I can send a solution
Get

to get whacked
I take life day by day like the pills that my father take
For something done by some cowards tryna decide his fate
Can’t lie its stuck on my