Lyrics:
all alone, lone, lone, lone, lone, lone, lone, lone
Don't make plans
Come on with me, we'll stay up all night long
I want you, and I want you bad
I burnt my tongue on the fire
of the driftwood and tires
down by the river of by and by
the sandbars of high-school pyres
night that was light
Sanctuary by the line
Big city watching crime all night
Follow me to see the day
Come with me, please just stay
Take a shot
Hold on tight
Take
Either you bring it
(We gon' bring it)
Or you can't
Sometimes it gets kind of messy out there
(Sometimes)
But we get by
(Well what'cha wanna do with
i was eightteen
my brother was twenty-one
one saturday evening
when all the work was done
we went down to the river,
had some trot lines to run
my
peaky and blinding run it all like i'm Shelby
Wont see my coming for your head i got Chris Kyle to help me
I'll leave you craving for my method Walter
got a wild cat
Eat her like chow mien
She my favorite cuisine
Hoe it's late ya
You might have to stay the night
Beat it up like mike
Ya
This
Saying me oh my
We all got to try
To stay alive
And we'll get by
If we all try
To stay alive
There's problems here
There's problems there
We got
you through it by my side
One more time, one more time, one more time
I've been fighting with my demons
I'm still looking for the truth
Stay the night
was crumbling
All around but we were fine
Cause when you’re by my side
The stars align
So stay by my side side
All night night
Stay by my side side
Niggas want that old mob shit back
(Take it back to that old school Federal way, man. Understand.)
For all my mob music monsters
(In a major way.
Yeah, yeah yeah, uh and if you feel the vibe
Put your hands to the sky
And ride with the Kid
Southwest fly by and slide with the Kid
Uh huh, yeah
up Eric Church
And what's-his name, that Church man
'Cause I stay preachin', no Walter stan
There's a Holy Ghost as my side man
He's a good profiler
make me go pop the trunk, don't try to call the cops
Fuck the cops! Bitch, fuck the government
Fuck your gang, punk, ha
Your bitch is fucked by my
for me to have some fun
Yes, it's time for my vacation
And lay out in the sun all day long
We are back to basics
And count my blessin's one by one
And I just wanna bother you like all the time
Yeah, you can tell me when and where, and we can stay there all night
Yeah, I might be a bit addicted, but
right up and cupped his hands across my eyes
I guessed, "Is it Uncle Frank or Cousin Louie?
Is it Bob or Joe or Walter?
Could it be Bill or Jim
on a mission
My homies risen. I see him vivid, don't need to pill to calm down you kidding?
If you need some help lift it off yourself I got you baby hand me all
me right/
It’s the hard knock life, you seen us doing life
I put my money in investing I search for better visions/
I strive to be the Walter for my
tools, it's time to come home. You've been laboring, in the heat of the day. Gather in all your tools, you're coming home to stay.
Because I've sung
right
(We can make it right)
Sending love to all our friends
(All our friends)
Stay with you till the end, alright
Knights by nights
(Knights by
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
Your bitch a slut like Skyler White
Pull up to her crib and i'm piping all night
In the morning got to get out of sight
I'm selling the blue and i'm
of dynamite, then fight all night
I got jabs like a welterweight champion
The pocket-pincher purse-snatcher pistol-packin
quick to get it crackin'
Went
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