Lyrics:
dirt road
Maybe crank a little old George Jones
Something in your sweet tea
You're barking up the right tree
If you like a sky full of stars
You
it's all on the jukebox in the corner
If love's gone wrong
George Strait or Jones have sung it in a song
If misery love's company, you'll never be alone
bastard
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah you know I'm better off
You bastard, bastard, bastard
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Now that you're sane and
The picture you painted
I want you to close you're eyes, n' envision
The most beautiful place in tha world
If you in the hood, the ghetto street corner
Come on this journey,
And when I'm rollin' by
Niggas can't see me
The stares of a million pairs of eyes
And you'll never realize
You can't see me
Been gettin' word that
Very flattering however they even
Liked the single "Love
You Till Tuesday" i've got a copy
Of the American album and
They've printed the picture
A little
how long it’s been
I just sent you a picture of me and Rover
Ten emojis, hungover
Baby, I’m lonely
Think George is coming by to help me kill some
And when I'm rollin' by
Niggas can't see me
The stares of a million pairs of eyes
And you'll never realize
You can't see me
Been gettin' word that
in my Chuck Taylors for a day, if you think it ain't f'real
When I buy rocks homey baguettes on my ring
And only neighborhood watch is my Tecno
George Jones songs. you used to hear em on the radio
There's two initials scratched in the dash, some kids they had a bash
One mans trash is another mans
down to twenty, that's how many wrecks I see there every day
Caused by the girl wearing nothing but a smile
And a towel in the picture on the billboard
see was my momma's eyes
No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble
Not knowin' it's hard to carry on when no one loves you
Picture me inside
What if this storm ends?
And I don't see you
As you are now
Ever again
The perfect halo
Of gold hair and lightning
Sets you off against
Some Haggard and George Jones
Mr. DJ
Could you please play
A real country song
I miss that station I grew up on
W.S.M.
When it was real,
the oppression
I guess thats two but fuck it we need answers
You painted stories of pictures you wasnt telling
Gaps in the textbooks were made to fail us
Hang with
gone
Tearin' down the 'jects creatin' plush homes
My circumstance is between Cabrini and Love Jones
Surrounded by hate, yet I love home
Ask my guy
I will confess to you
Because you made me think about the times
You turn the picture on to me and I'll turn over
The vision was a masterpiece
see was my momma's eyes
No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble
Not knowin' it's hard to carry on when no one loves you
Picture me inside
Show me a sign
If you can hear me
Just blink twice
I painted picture
Of your love
Still pick up the pieces
Twelve years on
How do you live with that
c
Yo, if you could see what I was thinking -
You'd probably see a boat
Floating in my quotes
Fluid like sewer drain, too insane -
Like everything Edgar
Some Haggard and George Jones
Mr. DJ
Could you please play
A real country song
I miss that station I grew up on
W.S.M.
When it was real,
Saw through my window last week
Though it was blinded not by curtain or the covering peaked
My curiosity was gorgeous I'm like George's first cousin
down to twenty, that's how many wrecks I see there every day
Caused by the girl wearing nothing but a smile
And a towel in the picture on the billboard
And all of a sudden you say a Indiana Jones
An' a thief out gold and thief out the scrolls and even the buried bones
Some of the worst paparazzi's I
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