Lyrics:
that they're facing George
With a fraying core
You're running free
George is there clawing at the cages bars
Here to take it all
With only fifteen
and gumbo runnin' through his veins
Good-lookin' George Burton, better holler his name
Good-lookin
George Burton
Good-lookin
George Burton
Good-lookin', yeah
inside
There's George on the jukebox and cash in my pocket
I come unwound when I hear that twang
Can't help myself I like to honky tonk it
Where there's
Mais qu'est-ce qu'il a, mais qu'est-ce qu'il a, ce Georges,
A me faire sortir le cœur par la gorge ?
Mais qu'est-ce qu'il a, mais qu'est-ce qu'il
coca no meu jeans (yeah, yeah)
OG Kush, George Bush (yeah, yeah)
White bitch in Lamborghini (yeah)
Tenho lean, tenho din'
Tenho coca no meu jeans (yeah)
Janus, Jeanie, and George Harrison
When Jesus Christ Superstar was crucified
The Beatles were still making noise
A wind blowing kiss
Is what you'll
I woke up this mornin',
There were tears in my bed.
They killed a man I really loved
Shot him through the head.
Lord, Lord,
They cut George
or nothin' less
the kindest guy I ever knew
His mother's tears fell in vain
the afternoon George tried to explain
that he needed love like all the rest
Pa
more or nothin' less
The kindest guy I ever knew
His mother's tears fell in vain
The afternoon George tried to explain
That he needed love like all
more or nothin' less
The kindest guy I ever knew
His mother's tears fell in vain
The afternoon George tried to explain
That he needed love like all
revolvers.
Oh boy, were they loaded.
(Oh brother)
Cornography.
She's aiming them right at us.
(Softer, George, it's more effective.)
She's aiming
That's how he'd got the name George Lorey Chickashea
He had no respect or feeling for anyone including himself
He resented every man in his soul there was
I woke up this mornin',
There were tears in my bed.
They killed a man I really loved
Shot him through the head.
Lord, Lord,
They cut George
[Chorus 2x]
Some people call it dro some people call it Kush
If it's some mutherfuckin killer Imma call it George Bush
Imma call it George Bush Imma
So won't you tame your man
Hot George
Now Georgie was a female
As females go
She moved fast like a jaguar
Melting all like snow
She was a foxy heater
"segregation tomorrow"
GEORGE WALLACE
"the white man"
MALCOLM X
and segregation forever"
GEORGE WALLACE
He's an enemy to all of us."
MALCOLM X
neighbors
Boston George in this bitch in a house full of paper
Boston George in this bitch in a house full of paper
Boston George in this bitch in a house
George sits at his window and he wonders why
He wants to see the morning broken
Wants to feel the sunshine yeah
Come and dance with me my brother
I
i'm grateful that the stroller came my way today
oh, mrs. mccrae driving the stroller
& look who's inside oh don't hide
baby greaser george
oh, i
Let my brother be
Arm in arm with me for life
Respect George Floyd
Respect his soul
Respect human life
Respect George Floyd
Respect his soul
Respect
In 1732
On a cold February day
George Washington was born on a farm
In Pope's Creek, VA
As he grew, 'twas math he liked
Then, drafting, mapmaking,
Come over here, George
Sit down and have a drink
What's your verdict on this woman, George?
Tell us what you think
What made her kill her
certified switch
She gon peg me with her prop today
Day and night, I try to free mind
c lonely soul tryna find his way
Wait, wait
Curious George, Curious
Ole George foster was an honest Man
Worked an honest trade
Building houses for his dollars
Never asking no ones aid
On Sunday he would worship
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