Lyrics:
at twenty-five, I can't afford it
Beef assorted like Godiva chocolates
Niggas you bought it, I pull the slide back and cock it
Plan aborted, you and your mans
Billy rapped all night about his suicide
How he'd kick it in the head when he was twenty-five
Don't wanna stay alive when you're twenty
Muskogee is coming home
Play it, Ken
It has been twenty years of traveling
Twenty years of living out on the road
Learning these chords and learning
housing
That's on the daily, seen his first mil twenty years old
Had a couple of babies, had a couple of shooters
Caught a murder case, fingerprints
Muskogee is coming home
Play it, Ken
It has been twenty years of traveling
Twenty years of living out on the road
Learning these chords and learning
the weight
Of all these hustlers and their schemes
I stood proud, I stood tall
High above it all
I still believed in my dreams
Twenty years now
Where'd
doin' what he known for
Blowin 'dro on twenty-fo', livin' how the song go
Rubber burnin', turnin' corners, beatin' like a Congo
You try to jack
THEY DON'T GIVE MEDALS (TO YESTERDAY'S HEROES)
WRITERS BURCH BACHARACH, HGAL DAVID
COPYRIGHT 1966
You should have been there when I was twenty
You
in 1966, when he was twenty.
The first recording of this song was by Ronnie Burns in Australia. It was a top 20 hit for him in Australia in July 1967.
and Sphinx
It took old Rip Van Winkle all of twenty years
To squeeze the livin' daylights out of forty winks
It takes time
To turn the Winter into Spring
Yale professor
Osculation is a sensation that is nice (so nice)
If you should ask a Harvard lawyer
He'll charge you twenty dollars
And he'll give you
way
And before the set was through he knew she would be his loved one
Only a go-go girl in love with someone who didn't care
Only twenty-one, she was
Wettin' it down, boss
Wet it down
Wipin' it off, boss
Wipe it off.
Doin' ten to twenty hard
Swingin'
issue Victor 20-4582/E1VB3773
Man on the line
Play the game, again
Ev'rybody's gonna lose
And I'm gonna win
Gonna get rich quick
This is my lucky day
every song I ever sing
Summer, Winter, Autumn and Spring
And were there more than twenty four hours a day
They'd be spent in sweet content dreaming
I was twenty-one years when I wrote this song
I'm twenty-two now but I won't be for long
Time hurries on
And the leaves that are green
Turn
I'm waiting for the man
Twenty six dollars in my hand
Up to Lexington, One Two Five
So sick and dirty more dead than alive
I'm waiting for
I'm waiting for the man
Twenty six dollars in my hand
Up to Lexington, One Two Five
So sick and dirty more dead than alive
I'm waiting for
every song I ever sing
Summer, Winter, Autumn and Spring
And were there more than twenty four hours a day
They'd be spent in sweet content dreaming
his head and he went to bed
And he couldn't get up in the mornin'
Rain rain, go away, come again some other day.
Five Ten Fifteen Twenty
the village green
When I was seventeen
When I was twenty-one
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for city girls
Who lived up the stairs
With
Make a million for the Texans, twenty dollar me
Yes, I want a gold ring, riding in a limousine
I'm working so hard, I'm working for the company
I'm
twenties like a billion where I'm from
An arrogant drug dealer the legend I've become
CNN said I'd be dead by twenty one
Blackjack I just pulled in Aces
It's the story of a very unfortunate colored man
Who got arrested down in old Hong Kong
He got twenty years privilege taken away from him
When he
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