Lyrics:
and Bourbon, blended Jack and George Jones
But I'm numb to the drink, instead I'm drunk on country songs
Verse:
Bartender pours a round of hard knocks, sipping
now to have you a child
Cause y'all been together for a long long while
Everything good now but when the shit turn foul
Somebody fin' to go buck wild
me, here I am pok’em, pok’em
I’m not a law prayer
So you could tell your mayor
I’m a non-stop driven by poetry slayer
One, two, three, down for
mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm
We're both sides of a smile
Yeah
You keep the bread all to yourself and you get mold from it
You give a good girl a rose
see my story is a story untold by the
Kid from Compton making straight
A's for new clothes
Surrounded by bullets from one
Of my relatives foes
Because
on the horn and said
"Clef, your on the cover of
the cover of The Source by The Rolling Stones"
No more struggling, good life we loving it
You could live it
gold hat
I'm sellin' weed a year later, whoa, here come the crack
I'm sellin' 50's and bopper's the cluckers say I got good
And wit the crack came
know my father well
If a better blade was ever made
It was probably forged in hell
My father was a good man
A lawyer by his trade
And only once did I
No reason, for nobody's momma to cry
See I'm a good guy, I'm tryin to stick around for my daughter
But if I should die, I know all of my albums support
Stanley by God Terry knew exactly how it felt
To play a George Jones song in a white leather belt
With matching shoes, polyester blues
At the Pine
night that plug, for the trillest
See my momma cry too many tears
And we been broke like too many years
It ain't too many kids, a couple homies,
blood, her blood and bones
Hearing prayers, she asking for my good health
That I'd become a man and learn to make a way for myself
Nervous she was,
carpet
and a couple of paintings from Sears
A big waterbed that they bought with the bread
they had saved for a couple of years
They started to fight when
maintain ya grip for just a little bit
I'd tell you it's all good but that's bullshit
Let's just try to feel good, yeah...know what I'm talkin bout
Then I painted a three-foot slab of pine: "Here lies poor Bill MacKie",
And I hung it up on my cabin wall and I waited for Bill to die.
Years passed
Bliggy
Player haters been hatin' all my playin' for years
Now they seein' they worst fears as I bathe in cheers
Parades and accolades
All shades
Uh huh, good evening (yeah)
Live from the Moon (uh huh)
Live from the Moon (it's me)
You know, live from the Moon
Take me home, uh
Ten time
team
Little sister's running for Rose Bud Queen
And me I'm doing good at the used car lot
Is this a great country or what
We got pink flamingos in
Verse I
Did you ever see two Yankees part
Upon a foreign shore,
When the good ship's just about to start
For old New York once more?
With tear-dimmed
gets you cancelled by an activist
That's never helped the cause that they're tweeting about
Do you blame public figures and personalities
For giving
Dipset all day long, go get Jim Jones album in stores now. Freaky Zeeky hold ya head you already know what it is. Sarge hold ya head,
Purple Haze will be
the stars
There's a history behind me
A child gone cold in my arms
Tell George and Tammy
I'm ripe for the taking these days
It's a good year for roses
(And)
That shit ain't got my ppl nth
George and Eric couldn't breath
Want us to suffocate to death
They tryna get us one by one
Til I'll entire race is gone
song I wrote
I ain't sure about those last few notes
We could share a couple tunes and get kind of stoned
Lefty Willie Hank George Jones
But you never
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