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The Songs of the 50 States

John Linnell

State Songs

1999

Of people who are down in a hole 

The songs of the 50 states
The songs of the 50 states
No two alike but each connected by a golden thread
I'll try not

New Jersey Lifestyle

Sudden Death

Fatal Accident Zone

in our massive pot holes, whoa!

[Chorus x2]
Y'all want to live my lifestyle
Never had a job, never seen a dentist
want to hang with the boys, go

Dark reflection 
Black hole introspection 
Oops forgot to mention riding dirty 
Cloud suspension 
Planning having more than a couple platinum plaques by

out the Porsche
All this camo like we ready for war
Pole on me when I walk out the door
Where I'm from niggas die by the store
Niggas gone talk they

is
Repulsive and disgusting
Guess you get the ghost when you're bustin'
I wonder why this happens but I draw blanks
I guess my seeds need a
Release

by a fishin' hole
That's how country boys roll
Yeah, they work, work, work
All week 'til the job gets done
Weekends they barbecue
And have a cold one

and a ditch made for just one
(We're fuckin triple felons)
Quit your yellin, help me wrap the arms up
We got to get this job done before any more cars come

Women seek you
Block em out I'm in I'm on
My grind my mom Is broke I'm lost
My girl my pride both fuckin flawed
I'm smokin hard Punched holes in walls
I

else

Always Fucking this shit up, like a guy with one job
Always cutting my heart, don't wanna be stopped, get my feet stomped
Don't wanna hurt you, but

burdens now yours somehow
But you get by

The money's crap, thank God for the tips
Fix the roof and call it quits
So many better things to do than this
With

Racist fathers Women seek you
Block em out Im in im on
My grind my mom Is broke im lost
My girl my pride both fuckin flawed
Im smokin hard Punched holes in

head
I feel like 50 cent I'm wanted dead by many men
The gun cocked and one shot just missed my head
The next shot I then hopped that one hit the bed

her mouth)
Off the lean and smokin' weed, keep leavin' burn holes in my couch (they in my couch)
Neck look like a mosh pit, see my diamonds jumpin'

You only want me for money
Wash your dirty honds
Get up in the morning,
paying the bill
That's your job
Everything starts melting
Yeah,it's just like

it's on like neden hole, fuck
I'm 2 Dope and I'm fuckin' drunk
Walked in Detroit with my nuts hangin' out my drawers
Yo'...SUCK MY BALLS!!!
All I wanna

paparazzi is yo family
Cyber stalkers uh get their fix
By the time you hear this, I'll be gone
Skip town to one you won't afford
That's it
I got the loot
Yeah

the bias
They know they can't get that bullshit by us
Whatever you're selling over here no buyers
We gotta go in private banking to do the transaction
Whole

on that
Momma always told me
Be grateful for the things you have
We never had a lot
Holes in the tube socks
She used to stitch it
Then we kick it
That was

and what's coming to fruition 
Or get filled with more holes than the Nine Eleven Commission 
On the West Coast the target is immigration
We scapegoats for

a portion
Now sun shine in the ghetto
'fore the star of death get closer
When you rise up a level
They hate hard, on schedule like a day job
They love to hang

got a job welding pot for the army

Then a paper that your father signed years ago
Turned a little man's dream into a money hole
If you didn't know

People come and go, they're all the same it seems
I've got too many holes where lovers used to be
Can't be good for me, but I don't like to be alone