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right off the bat I’m rocking hamster fur
Coats on the farm and cooking butter basted boar loin
From my uncle firepower by the trunkful
Statistics are

dreams

I’m a born country boy but my taste ain’t changed
I still like my Haggard mixed with Jagger and Jones
And lookin’ back I know exactly where

nights like these
We lookin for the fees
And I’m wit my team
Riding on them forgiato’s, whips too clean
We chillin by the fire pit
Everybody laughin, got

guess it's just one of those nights
Cause my voice is gone, hope is lost, I don't think I can take four more chords
Of sad country music, cause girl, I

at
Nigga went to space never came back
I been chilling where the hyperbolic cave's at
Couple kamehamehas in my wave cap
The bars are shots on the rocks like

can consecrate myself like no one else
Drake can't relate
That's the great debate
Ain't nothing you can tell me bout a plan B
I won't kill my dreams

New country
I want to travel
Til the passport
Can't be stamped
No more I'm so ill
Many plays in Brazil
That might be my
First stop to rock out
I will

The Seasons


When I look into your eyes can you Make me fine?

I don’t hate to rhyme

Never wasting time

Thinkin that the music might of saved my

this and go here
We going do it big

Year later I moved across the country
So excited cause I was following my dream
But then the shit it kinda switched

reasoning, my homie
I'll rip your intestines out of your abdomen and choke you with them
I'm sicker than Venom, I feel like Big L in '97
It's God level,

yeah. Acting like you did shit when you did nothing
Underrated, underpaid in my own country. I'm a ghost in the six, east coast bias is a bitch

And fuck

I've been feeling kinda bad
All through the mud, straight through the dirt
Yeah, I've been dragged
I did this shit all on my own, I ain't tryna brag

a pole, that’s embarrassing you’re like 50 years old.  Country music I didn’t forget about you the whole genre is plagued by a lack of I.Q. You got your

You’ll hafta excuse I’m a little off
So please pardon took a break from smoking the weed
My mind is racing like I’m Christopher reeve
I’m levitating

the music louder
You like to complain, huh
You gonna hide ‘till the rain comes?
Feel my shine, I’m the same son
No matter what I’ve done
I remember where I

will come later
I been feeling like a rock star
Guitar on my back while I drop bars
Why you talking about a hit that shit is not hard
I am bout to go far

Yes that’s my son
And indeed he’s taken to music
And I’m very proud of that because I wish
I had those kinds of creative skills
The lyrics are

Quotations from Chairman Fred

Lupe Fiasco

Drogas Wave

2018

Trap music meets trapezoids, fake his own death
They roll rocks like asteroids to the crest
Think outside the box
I wrap a toy in a cheque
Then watch

just wanna be like you
G, it all started, we was young
Me and my brother tryna have some fun
Knew that we was different, by age fifteen I could shoot

Forever
Words & Music by Christopher D. Taylor 

You know I kinda think it's funny that you finally found me 
cnd after all of these years searching

But i won't throw in the towel
Cuz something's got to give
I do more than just my job
Always go that extra yard
But why would you not
You want to get

to the pain
Fuck the pain

And I don't mean to sound soft but the shit kinda hurt
When you hit rock bottom and you feel like dirt
And it's like you ain't got

It's like a jungle outside
It's Kinda hard from going under
Charles country is the jungle
Niggas prey on the weak
They rather see you on ur head
Than

Cognac on the rocks I sip it slow
This is music from the past
I'm an old soul
Corporate mindset
Run corporations like Pablo
I dabbled
My hands in a few