Lyrics:
glory, glory
It feels good to be home and to all of you
I thank you so much for your support
For your support of me for so many years
And more importantly
By David Allan Coe
Dedicated to Dr. Martin Scheid who saved my life when my appendix busted in Houston, and to all the people who came to my last
Back off me for a minute
See me acting silly
Still about d money
Stack it to d ceiling
Boi they really fronting
ccting like they got it
See me
for mighty dread
Had seized their troubled mind:
‘Glad tidings of great joy I bring
To you and all mankind.
‘To you in David’s town this day
Is born
California sober on the Highway 1
Over on the shoulder, thought I saw some fun
Lookin' for a ride
Trouble in some daisies, holdin' out her thumb
drop down nigga
L-A-X, top down nigga
I'm scoopin' you up, ya rollin' or what?
I know what ya came for, I'm rollin' it up
Snoop Dogg nigga, y'all
David Hinds
So you like to tease the fellas
And getting someone jealous
But I know
All those games and tricks
Your kind of girl is vicious
Whose
Throw his clothes to the wind
To dance a jig, in my skin
And be re-made by your cleansing again
[Chorus]
I give You myself
It's all that I have
Born the branch of David Come
To Take his earthly throne
Palms are laid as the Colt walks by Behold your King is come
Hosanna David's son
The King
While shepherds watched their flocks by night
all seated on the ground
an angel of the Lord came down
and glory shone around
Fear not, said he (for
and you doin me)
First thangs first, Miss Trina, ducks all the lames in the game
I'm quick to put a nigga to shame
Fo' sayin' my name, cause um
Wanted to be an artist i
Was of course inspired
By Debbie Harry and Chrissie
Hynde and Aretha Franklin
But my real muse was David
Bowie he embodied male
I dreamed I saw my name in lights
And spoke Your word for all to hear
I dreamed my name was recognized
By people far and people near
But I have come
Then she work her spine then you lose-a yo mind.
Not all of your money$$ but mine
'Cause I'm up in all of I get yo trick ass back on the grind
to Louisiana
To see my Rose and get to know my son
Give my love to Rose please won't you, Mister
Take her all my money, tell her to buy some pretty clothes
Niggas dressed in suits trickin' all they dough
Me? I'm a pimp, I ain't payin' for no sex
Man I'd rather buy a car or a new Rolex
'Cause I got street
Washington (where my money at?)
She balls, he calls (where my money at?)
She had a good day, bad day, sunny day, rainy day
All he wanna know is (where my
(mmm)
You oughta know by now
You can pay Uncle Sam with the overtime
Is that all you get for your money
If that's what you have in mind
If that's
at home
Tell my Rose to try to find another
For it ain't right that she should live alone
Mister here's a bag with all my money
It won't last them long
teaching them
All crawl for it
Still stall for it
All fall for it
When you jump for it
Some slash for it
Others stash for it
Some cash into it
it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
I take quarter water sold it in bottles for 2 bucks,
to help his mom at home
Tell my Rose to try to find another
For it ain't right that she should live alone
Mister here's a bag with all my money
It
mom at home
Tell my Rose to try to find another
For it ain't right that she should live alone
Mister here's a bag with all my money
It won't last
mom at home
Tell my Rose to try to find another
For it ain't right that she should live alone
Mister here's a bag with all my money
It won't last
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