Lyrics:
the tree's gonna fall for the Timber man
Swing it hard cut it clean
And when they're cuttin' on a tree and it's just about ready to fall
The man yells out
(Recitation) Frank and Jesse James were products of their environment. They were sent out into the woods by their parents to forage for berries,
Well I'm sick of hanging out on the street
Every saturday night with the boys
Listening to the radio's big beat
We crank it just to hear
specialize in misconstruin'
We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doin'?
Foolin' ourselves, clownin' ourselves, playin' ourselves
By not bein'
can to dodge the bus-stop blues
Like driving a padiddle with a burnt-out fuse
My best friend Kimi wants to go with you
So meet her by the sugar
in it the boons
And catch a little moon tan
By the time you go back (if you go back)
You'll be city girl buzzin' over country boy lovin'
Tellin'
specialize in misconstruin'
We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doin'?
Foolin' ourselves, clownin' ourselves, playin' ourselves
By not bein'
Yeah, On the last few days of L.A. I got taken into, um, this guys house
And he was sponsored by an alcohol company, quite a few actually
And uh,
Old Beale Street is coming down
Sweeties' Snack Bar, boarded up now
And Egles The Tailor and the Shine Boy's gone
Faded out with ragtime blues
Old Beale Street is coming down
Sweeties' Snack Bar, boarded up now
And Egles The Tailor and the Shine Boy's gone
Faded out with ragtime blues
down-home good ol boy
A woman loved him through it all
Through his rowdy days and his hardest fall when he almost died
She stayed by his side
She's
a little rain
What have they done to the rain
Just a little boy standing in the rain
The gentle rain that falls for years
And the grass is gone, the boy
of the things that young girls do
When she said you see that guy in the baseball cap
I'd like to spend some time with a boy like that
Betty said I seen him
Hey girl he treats you bad
Leaves you at home on your own while he roams
Said he was out with the boys
Smells like sweet perfume
Lipsticks on his
they OGs
A straight up pussy and claims that he knows me
You see I, putting out these DVDs
Now my shit done hit the streets, he gots to squat the pee
(yeah)
Too many hoes, I got thirty under thirty (damn)
Ballin' all night, yeah, your boy got range
Dropped out of college but your boy love brains
Hot
side
I tried so hard to please her
But i couldn't hold out too long
'cause one saturday night i was laying in bed
And i heard that highway song
Friday night we'll be drinking manashevitz
Going out to terrorize goyem
Stomping shagitz, screwing shicksas
As long as we're home by Saturday
Fly-By-The-Seat-Of-His-Pants parasail
Fall, hit the trampoline, bounce and grab a pair of stilts
And I ain't wearin' zilch, zip, zero, nothing, no, nada
Like your father
three rings and then
If it's Friday night, I'm at the ball game
And first thing Saturday, if it don't rain
I'm headed out to the lake and I'll be
mind?
Afican boy ya know I'm big in Mozambique
Hello, my friend, yes it's me
Hello, my friend
Hello, my friend
Yes it's me
4 by 3, 3 by 3
Buy one
a friend that had gone before
She challenged everyone to a fight
But the prefects all backed down
And they ran her out of town
Cause she drank
seen you before
Can I help you with these
Can I give you a ride
Can I take you out on a Saturday night
She didn't have to say what she was feeling
was inspired by all of my friends
To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in
Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up (wassup?)
Cocaine
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