Lyrics:
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
Jones is a pimp I got bitches on track
Send a hoe out on a mission, tell 'em break 'em, bring it back
Got a house in Hawaii, 'bout to, 'bout to buy
Leaving sweet home Alabama
Got my pistols by my side
I always turn to the music
I love to hear that freebird fly
I'm leaving sweet home Alabama
With
We comb each other every night
I painted the picture by myself
You rag won't be stolen by them
You dirt has just been discovered
I don't know if I
Funny
As if it wasn't bad enough
That with the utmost certainty - it seems
The words that came from her mouth
Painted the picture of a town bike
I
of town
I had a '55 Chevy when I was fifteen
I painted it red cause I was still green
Hell I couldn't even afford to buy it gas
Had a .410 rifle
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
it seems that I've forgotten your name"
But it seems that she'd done the same
And now something has happened
Suddenly, she's been distracted
By
Look
I grew up in a good but a changing age
My wife and kids, Damon Wayan's
When the youth club was everybody's favorite place
Where if you spoke
roll
So we put on a little George Jones and just sang along
Those white lines can drone into the sun
If you ain't got no one to keep you hangin'
trill, workin' the wheel, understand nigga?
I smother and split a bitch down to the tendon
High pressure, if you don't break your ass bendin'
I'm way past
Picture us married, you and me what?
K-I-S-S-I-N-G
I remember the first time, girl you and me
This ain't no sucker-for-love shit
This ain't no
and we're startin' in the megamix
Question, and that's if only I can ask this question
Can I? (Yes you can!)
Why do people think just because we speak
about a God damn Grammy?
Yo, Flav, I give a fuck about a God damn Grammy
But them motherfuckin hoes won't hand me one
At least you was invited by
I saw the flag of Saint George today
All the red had been painted grey
And proudly stands
The English man
Holding in his right hand
The keys
the misplacement of the season
Look at the picture that's painted
Tainted as the mind who's blinded to the point
Where Sodomites get all the rights
We fall for
cha but hit cha
Take a look at the overall picture
Every year its the same old story
Same faces, same kinda gories
I sold a lotta records and a lotta
it is, East West all day
I go by the name of- ahh don't worry 'bout that
(All around the world) Come take a trip, ma
(All around the world) Come
to the anatomy, to the breakdown of a atom
Some of my rap patterns, still surround Saturn
From the ancient Hieroglyphics, to graffiti painted pictures
I study
on the wall right next to Bill Monroe
Hank's was over by the bar right next to Ol' George Jones
Well, I had t oaks directions because i could not read the signs
the misplacement of the season
Look at the picture that's painted
Tainted as the mind who's blinded to the point
Where Sodomites get all the rights
We fall for
thou not father than my thoughts canst move,
And I am still with them, and they with thee;
Or, if they sleep, thy picture in my sight
Awakes my heart,
thought I heard somebody calling In the dark I thought I heard somebody call
General George began the day by taking pink little pills
Sent his men
out there, I could use it right now
You know, I feel pretty good, but that ain't sayin' much
I could feel a whole lot better
If you were just here by my
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