Lyrics:
This song was first released on the rhymes and reasons album. it is the only album it has been released on.
I told you that I loved you
You said
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
There's not a thing in the store I can't buy
Buggs on road I was tryna get by
Man stay hating I just don't know why
For real though
I'm my brothers keeper
head’s
Like tryin’ to bring Hank Williams back from the dead
I thought I would stop self-destructing by now
Heal my heart and settle down
I thought that
Oh yeah you know where I'm from
You know where I stay
Nigga, I'm posted in the A
Sittin low in my phantom ridin high
Every time I ride by nigga, I
bitch I'm Tom Hanks with a sticky bomb
Indica, 'In da Club,' like the 50 song
I'm privileged, I could fuck Lil Dicky's mom
Now real quick, 'fore you get
in the pudding and that baking sodas taking
Paper that I'm making got her taking photos naked
Listening to niggas like whistling at Wendy Williams
I
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
Carried by the voice
Inside the jukebox
On my grave
You can hear hank williams
Some george jones
Some beatles songs
Some dylan
Some rolling stones
the Hank Hill
To a crater filled
With my flows mane
I can prolly know peoples
That try to find another Teegee
Damn damn no beavers
No fam, no leakers
Otay,
the Hank Hill
To a crater filled
With my flows mane
I can prolly know peoples
That try to find another Teegee
Damn damn no beavers
No fam, no leakers
Otay
'm deranged
Spray right at your brain, by the way this is Hov'
One shot Dillinger, one shot killin' ya
It's only one Roc La Familia
Sigel lock Philly up,
by the way this is Hov'
One shot Dillinger, one shot killin ya
It's only one Roc La Familia
Sigel lock Philly up, Brooklyn is me
Matter of fact,
'm deranged
Spray right at your brain, by the way this is Hov'
One shot Dillinger, one shot killin' ya
It's only one Roc La Familia
Sigel lock Philly up,
Proof's in da pudding and dat bakin soda taken,
Paper dat I'm makin, gotta take dem photos naked.
Listenin to niggas like whistlin dat Wendy Williams,
I
in the pudding and that baking sodas taking
Paper that I'm making got her taking photos naked
Listening to niggas like whistling at Wendy Williams
I
Home alone I turn da house
Standing ovation she making it clap
Serena Williams I play with dem racks
my old ho wish she had me back
I gotta bad
Recorded by hank williams, sr.
Words and music by joe earls
[e] I went to the old home --- where I [a] once used to [e] roam
And all of my friends
my uncle's kitchen the songs are bitchin', or some Hank Williams' blues
And I can hear my cousin's voices singing, the very best that they can do,
I ain't gonna love you anymore
by Hank Williams
(D)No need for you to set alone,
just(G) waiting by your telephone
Cause(A7) I ain't gonna call
putting my ex in a song even though the last one went triple platinum
I'd rather put that energy into what's worth having
Like how I got a platinum album
love you)
(I love you)
I woke up out that coma 2001
'Bout the same time Dre dropped 2001
Three years later the album is done
Aftermath presents,
and Gene
He could swing like Bobby Wills
Play bluegrass like Monroe
Honkytonk like old Hank Williams
Man my dad could go
That old guitar would take him
far
In your crappy car, playing my Hank Williams song
I've been practicing forever long, learning to play all the chords
Taking lessons ain't a thing I
_-_Roskilde_Festival_2012.jpg/300px-Hank_Williams_III_(Hank3)_-_Roskilde_Festival_2012.jpg "Hank Williams III")
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