Lyrics:
be rollin' down I-10
Baton Rouge, LSU
18 years in her rearview
He's got a Friday paycheck lined up, down the block
At daddy's shop
It ain't much but
just don't seem fair
All I can say is pain like that is fast and it's rare
And oh you got so much going for you going right
But I know at 17 it's
right, got it right (got it right)
Ooh, yeah (maybe)
Maybe sometimes in another life (another life)
I'll see your face in a new light (new light)
house
I got a rock and roll car
I play the shit out the drums
And I can play the guitar
I got a kid in New York
I got a kid in the bay
I haven't
a D-Block near you
Welcome to D-Block, the mighty mighty D-Block
The place in New York City where Diddy won't even walk
Its D-Block, the part of Yonkers
it's worth I got the right net
Sittin' here excited by some shit that ain't write yet
No regret, live by a code you don't know 'bout
Y'all niggas
Don't fear no mountain, don't fear no climb
Don't need no woman to get me by
I got it bad, I read your mind
Know what you're thinking all the time
(Bill Anderson)
« © '57 Moss Rose Publications »
I don't love you anymore like the way I did before
And since you've found someone new I think it's
got tricks in the stash
Stacking up the cash
Fast when it comes to the gas
By no means average
She's on when she's got to have it
Baby, you're
We're the two new people that moved to the middle of the block
An' we're the talk of the town, an' don't you think we're not
For we've got love an'
say I'm no good?
What if they say "Get out of here, kid, you got no future?"
Now you could run and just say they're right
No, I'll never be no one
You've got to bob and weave
Come on bob and weave
And when you do
Let your neck snap, too
Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's alright
Well now jerk, children,
alright, it's alright
It's alright, it's alright, it's alright, it's alright
It's alright
If, you've become naked
Block that kick, block that kick,
My cards are on the table, yours are in your hand
Chances are, tonight, you've already got plans
And chances are I will talk myself to sleep again
'cause it look live
They gave her forty years in New Orleans, callin me boys
Shorty was young, by three days had a great bid
Light is shinin' beauty
You've got to bob and weave
Come on bob and weave
And when you do
Let your neck snap, too
Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's alright
Well now jerk, children,
house
I got a rock and roll car
I play the shit out the drums
And I can play the guitar
I got a kid in New York
I got a kid in the bay
I haven't
now
Missin' all the blocks cuz I'm surrounded by woods now
It's supposed to be good now
It's like I'm walkin' tight rope and can't look down
Fire
Mmhmm, mmhmm
I can see it in your eyes and feel it in your touch
I know that you're scared, but you've never been this loved (mmhmm)
It's a long
on
If you need a shoulder, it's on
I know you got your past and I got mine
But every goodbye
Can be the start of something new
Maybe that starts
Nobody ever left New Orleans as mad as I was
I wrote a lipstick letter on the mirror with a bourbon buzz
You were right, it got about as bad as it
that new party army came marching right up the stairs
When johnny comes marching home again
Nobody understands it can happen again
The sun is
the word that
If you ain't a good girl by Christmas
He said he's gonna take it all back
If you ain't got it right come Christmas night
He's gonna put
the rubberband man
You've never heard a sound
Like the rubberband man
You're bound to lose control
When the rubberband starts to jam
Got that rubber band
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