Lyrics:
Songs about travelin' and women and friends
And all of those songs that we have written
Bumpin' round these back roads late for work
I've been workin
First bid for governor in 1958 by hedging on the
Race issue, against a man who spoke out against
Integration Wallace ran again in '62 as a
Staunch
These walls around me and the days are long
I fill my lungs with a widow's song
I'm looking for a reason, feel the spirit rise
I see my life
You turned our song down, baby what for
You had the candles on the dashboard
Red roses growing out of the door
I wanna say something you never said
it'll be what it will be
You'll never have to look hard if you're lookin' for me
Take the red dirt road past the county line
To the smoke filled room
ain't compatible, they be fallible
If you wanna challenge me with a battle we better saddle up
I work for battlers,seal it by pittlin pattilin
Tittling
bench's old red rust
The child plays with fire - made of words
And puts them out with gentle songs
Only known to far gone lonely birds
The songs which
around, probably out committin' felonies
My favorite rapper used to sing, "Check, check out my melody"
I wanna live good, so, shit, I sell dope
For
Numbers flash red on the speed limit sign
It's two hours from Nashville and I'm wasting time
The exits go by for a heart that is mine
It's two hours
Uh a lil' Compton nigga
Just a lil' Compton nigga
One time for my niggas
You know Compton, nigga
Just a lil' Compton nigga kendrick Lamar
Back with
on this one
You gotta drink Crist-all
Buy some red wine, a little Gocha
You're so contagious, I can't take it have my baby, let's just make it
Excuse
Every day and every night
We can count the cars that pass by
You count the red, I'll count the white
I always said I'd never be
Head over heels for
the tall ships come
For forty thousand years I've been
The first Australian
I came upon the prison ship
Bowed down by iron chains
I fought the land,
out on the islands of Cayman
Or I'll break it down for the layman
Bain De Soleil for that Saint Tropez tannnn
A can a ole gold too cold to hold
Slow ya
crosses my mind sometimes
I know there's always another song to write
So I pick up my pen and dig into my heart until the pages bleed red
Pull out every
with it
Then I hopped up on that red eye when I finished
I been gon for five hours, fuck, my head still spinning
Fucked the hotel up, shit she probably
Tryna from me both want the same thing
Take a chance for me drive by shit
You taking shots while I roll up
See how cloudy we can make the room
Got me
nigga from the other side (c'mon)
He got a soap sock, I got a shank
What the fuck he on his line for, I don't know what they think?
Soon as they
Lock eyes from across the room
Down my drink while the rhythms boom
Take your hand and skip the names
No need here for the silly games
Make our
rediscovered spirits
That just want a lawn where they can kiss
In full spring two lovers warmed by the sun’s rays
On a red blockwall while the birds stole
You did not like us 'cause your girlfriend likely does
And all your friends agree on her soft spot for me
I'll have my hot hands over her soft
She's a superstar hitting every note in song
A melody I could listen to all night long
Stargazing with you my heart's on the mark
Aiming for
a headrush
Three cheers for being half dead
Checking in surgery
I'm not afraid I'm not afraid
Last song
Last song we sing
me in that song and now he saying please
He ain't think that it get back to me
Red Rum spell it backwards murder nigga (Murder nigga)
I know I'm going
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