Lyrics:
and toes, fingers and toes
Forty things we share
Forty one if you include
The fact that we don't care
Now you've blocked off most of Main Street
For
said that I was a fool.
So I left there in the morning
With their god tucked underneath my arm --
Their half-assed smiles and the book of rules.
So
rap this
Enlightening minds with my lyrical tactics
In life everything ain't always what it seems
But people are enchanted by things that gleam
You
pieces
We always knew they would both
Find a way to get by
That's all I heard about
Brenda and Eddie
Can't tell you more than I
Told you already
Salt of the earth
We like our whiskey strong
Play our music loud
Get things done by the sweat of our brow
Here in cowboy town, yeah cowboy town
That's
are your workin' boots at?
I've got 'em on
Those aren't no boots you got on; those broguettes!
Hey, look-a here!
What's that?
I've bin
Texas
Hah-hah-hah, where your western boots at?
I've got 'em on
Them ain't no boots you got on, they're broke in
Hey, looky here
What's that?
I've
you to remember me by?
To make your time more easy-passin'
Oh, how can, how can you ask me again?
It only brings me sorrow
The same thing I want
What's that?
I've been trying to figure out what you is
I already figured out what you is.
What's that?
You that thing I throw peanuts at.
Hey, looky
you to remember me by?
To make your time more easy-passin'
Oh, how can, how can you ask me again?
It only brings me sorrow
The same thing I want
Texas
Hah-hah-hah, where your western boots at?
I've got 'em on
Them ain't no boots you got on, they're broke in
Hey, looky here
What's that?
I've
opens, footsteps, we hear the music more clearly, louder now)
Knox: Good evening Mr. President. Sorry to disturb you, sir.
Roosevelt: That’s quite
things have to be
You stay up late and drink too damn much whiskey
You know that sort of thing is kind of risky
Maybe it's just because you like
the city itself was stress depression
High boots and urban beats that wasn't my direction
Producers filtering join in with R&B
A million rappers, some
truck, she'll wanna meet my friends
She'll wanna change a thousand things on a list that never ends
And I'm gonna let her
Keep on makin' my days
No, I never saw it comin'
A little out of the blue
Last thing I had in mind the night that I met you
You made a boy from the country (country)
were sad roses
Now we bad
We were bad roses
Now we red
Syke yeah i
Never said that i
Could keep going on with this
But i guess roses meant to die
Lies
that night
Well the leader's name was Fats
Swinging broken baseball bats
Things got really frantic
Starting jumping in their panic
her
And drive by the projects while a nigger hollar
I let her drive the V
She's my pretty young thing
I let her ride with me
She's my pretty
in Georgia
Yeah, they started missin' me
And I wouldn't change the things I've done
Or the places that I've been
Man, it feels good to be country
the limo on the East side
Cause the crazy man was scaring me
And we sat on that bench on the Hudson
Talking about when we'd both have children
Walk bys
departed mommy wound decayin
I look at the bright side, the fact that I got a life side
Born 73 (September right nas)
True, virgo child
The first thing I
Time"
"Lee Harvey Oswald was shot."
"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by
éses that'll kill you at your job
I got some looters by the Weiner Schnitzel
Hanging out with the pistols, making sure shit official
Big Whos and Day
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