Lyrics:
I came to the big ol' city
Not knowing a soul
I had a little bit of weed
And a couple of rolls
Pop one, pop two, pop three, pop four
And I was
started a great big fight
Then a big policeman came and snapped him down
He's in the jailhouse now, he's in the jailhouse now
I told him once or twice
don’t get gassed off the internet
Album bout to drop got the town waiting
Back up in the spot like a Dalmatian
Sideshow Bob look at these clowns hating
the good
Ol' days no way? Never happen? Records are
Made out of oil all those big rock shows go
From town to town in
Fuel-gobbling 45 foot trucks
And when
*Taken from the album "A Tonic For The Troops"
*Written by Bob Geldof
with her my light was dimmer
Not a bad thing she calmed me down like MSG dinners
Months pass by, got put in groups, ain't think much of it
Found my leg
Well, I had two weeks of vacation time coming
After working all year down at Big Roy's Heating And Plumbing
So one night when my family the I were
Well, I had two weeks of vacation time coming
After working all year down at Big Roy's Heating And Plumbing
So one night when my family the I were
to be fucking around
As soon as I'm done she wants another round
I'm kinda crazy bout my past I took two v's in a town
Then I went to this event and I saw
town that is called Paris
I get asked a question by a man named Harris
He asked me a question who was in this town
And that's how I ended up in
and believers. This was the album inspired by all Emotions that would attribute the deep and uncontrollable need of someone
In my case my amazing wife!
The rock
a little boy wit a big dream, as a preteen I would piece things together
It seems easy but it ain't
I just wanna be the best I can be yeah
If somebody told
waves while you smoke the chronic
Little big boy spitting game, huh, I'll be honest
My journey is unprecedented, I will be the greatest artist
If your
, IT'S A DAMN SMALL TOWN
CHORUS
BUT THERE'S A HIGHWAY HEADED OUT TO SOMEWHERE
MIGHT TAKE A LITTLE WHILE TO GET THERE
JUST GOTTA MAKE THESE WHEELS GO ROUND
these same old bars, with the same old beers
And I believe that you and I
Deserve a little more than just getting by
So what do you say to somewhere new
I
he go?)
Don't think he can promise you none'
Can you spit a little bit?
You notice he don't have fun (I ain't got time for that)
Teacher, ain't my
leaving town
I'm gonna buy me a Coke and a Big Mac
Save enough money for a six-pack
Find me some country music on the radio
Drive to a cheap little motel
eating dust
You my dreams most these niggas tried to crush
But my waves a tidal niggas surfs up
I’m the big dog they still little pups
Never been caged
I was in pampers hittin' pinatas
You win nada, come on I got put on
By Mase and Big Poppa
So I'm glad you sat down
I ain't want Uncle Un to bring
and pink whit though
Fucked over by me
You should star in a porno
Im a go to town on your ass and I will bite
Rolls named washington
No coke just powder
Black yummy niggers
They make my life
Like in 1945
I love penis
I've been bullying niggers in this big town big town
Lemme grab your testicles I just
to Denver, they'd roll through this town
Now those days are gone
But I still hear the sound of
(CHORUS)
Big Iron Horses
Steel turning round
The sparks
money on the floor
I let you hold it on the arm
Down 30 after vegas they was cool with that
Lil problem out of town they maneuvered that
But see, Corey
Most of the time, things are pretty sublime in this little one horse town
Well they close all the stores and they roll up the steets
When
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