Lyrics:
This is how monster's function
Leave me alone,
I ain't fuckin' with nobody
Keep fuckin' with me you gon' turn me back to Boo Boo
Have me casin' out
supposed to be
Boy
you stand by me
I'm forever yours
faithfully
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
oh oh oh oh oh oh
faithfully
I'm still yours
I
I remember the way
Our sainted mother
Would sit and croon us
Her lullaby
She'd say, kids, there's a place
That's like no other
You got
against the wrong man cause Hardin' wouldn't run
He rode in like a Texas wind took the eastbound train
Goin' goin' with Jane Bowen till the law men
'Cause Suzy went down on time
Got enough to last till Sunday
So I'm burning on down that line
Killing yourself
Killing yourself
Killing yourself
Lord, I'm going down to Rosedale,
Rider by my side.
Well, we can still barrelhouse, babe,
On the riverside.
You can squeeze my lemon till
Juice run
Now listen here, drunken driver
While here on earth you dwell
You never know when the time will come
When you'll have to say farewell
I saw
I'm no angel
I have fallen too deep
And you watched me
Then you fell in with me
I felt beautiful
You were beautiful too
Like an angel
back to the time you were mine and we lived in a love song.
Oh I flashback...Aww chasin' the sun we would run with a dream we could grow on.
Mmmmmm...
Roll on momma like I asked you to do
And roll on, eighteen-wheeler, roll on (roll on)
Well, it's Wednesday evening, momma's waitin' by the phone
It
talkin' 'bout nothin' with a flow so disgustin'
Ashtray by me that I gotta dump my guts in
Need substance, feed it to the public
No one gon' touch it
had to be cool
I didn't want to tell you that you're much too cruel
Did you have to run off with that doggone fool?
[Chorus]
All I gotta do is
on the floor to play with them
They bring the boy out of this man and
I’ll be lovin’ you ‘till I’m gone
And I can’t wait ‘till I get back home
The kids run
Down in the park where the machmen meet
The machine and play kill by numbers
Down in the park with a friend called five
I was in a car crash
A to Z,
Now I can tell by your attitude
That you know you're by yourself
The way you walk the way you talk
It's like you got some goods yourself,
I respect
keep me on the shelf for somebody else
I'm gettin' tired of waitin' by the phone
You always call me when the party's over
Boy, I've got to have your
the number one trophy wife
So it's only right to live the trophy life
You grew up on J. Lo, Timberlands by Manolo now
Till one day I put an angel in your
the got none
Daddy ain't home from the dog run
And you're riding through the city with a shotgun
I left my man in Houston Texas
Just before he
Good lovin' ain't easy
Good lovin' ain't easy
Good lovin' ain't easy to come by
Oh, darlin', not the kind you offer me
It's just not to be found
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
Left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I'd left Kingston
With my guitar under my coat
I hitchhiked all
lovin for all your life
With all your might
I've been told that its all over now
Your not going to know
The where or the how
You'd better run or stand
minutes 'till 5"
Thank you, Mr. Railroad Man
I want to watch your trains go by
Standing on a platform, smoking a cheap cigar
And waiting for an old freight
filled with fireworks, they
They left you with nothing
I am still enchanted by the light you brought to me
I listen through your ears
And through your
million nigga and my game be tight
Can't loose my hundreds cause this rap to hot
Wassup, Boss B
You ever got beef with a busta
You can call me
You know I
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