Lyrics:
And you can tell I played receiver by my paper route
I'm done donating advice for Goodwill only
When I die cremate me so they can't look down on me
Too many
the knowledge if talk assist duke
Cuz I got my own style and I studied pistols
Thinking bout the time I was always this dude
Made my family proud momma need
good seeds grow
In my six string world
Got some buddies and a good lookin' girl
Gotta porch with a hell of a view
Where we sit and play them country
going on
Make it look like a lotta stealing going on
Boy them cops is killas in my home
Nigga shot dead in the middle of the street
I ain't no thief, I'm
doesn't
Well that's alright
She's going to meet up with her girls
Out there by the bandstand
Listen to some country music like a Country fan
She loves
down to New Orleans
You got a nice car
From a rich man
With a gold watch
And a fake tan
Big city girls you make a mess out of me
Now I'm on my
And danced around a Bob Seger tune
And finished up a bottle of home-made wine
I never had to write a girl a song
Had a woman stay this long
And now
a record deal, now them same old chicks that used to walk on by
go out their way to say hi
But they gets none
That's why I'm with the same girl
enough
I'm having withdrawals
Of ya
She the girl next door
With the boobie traps
Like home alone
Thirst traps via iPhone
Or Polaroid no Nikon
She
to Magic City and the girls dance naked
I'm somewhat of a hero by the way I rap
But I'm living like an Oak town mack
I'm in the house y'all, I'm like
blow, I swear
Sayin', "Don't be a girl, boy, let's take another shot"
Then slippin' out, makin' out in the parkin' lot
Down home angel with a whole
sunrise made me write a country song
'Cuz Daddy was a preacher, Momma made due
Five boys and a girl, what we put 'em through
Mmmmhmmm
They taught us right
weary around
California calls him by his collar
His waves were ill behaved so now he doesn't bother
Shook the country from him like a cub clawing
You left me for the bright lights of the town
A country boy set out to see the world
Remember when those city lights shine down
That big old moon
You left me for the bright lights of the town
A country boy set out to see the world
Remember when those city lights shine down
That big old moon
yo' time!
Evil prince:
Jes' might distress yo ass to loin dat on de way home fum de san quentim 'tater mashin' 'speri- ment, me 'n de country westin
getting ready to leave
When somebody grabbed old Jim by the sleeve
And this good looking girl was asking my buddy to dance
I said Jim don't do it
getting ready to leave
When somebody grabbed old Jim by the sleeve
And this good looking girl was asking my buddy to dance
I said Jim don't do it
Lets talk about my country
And the things that on a rise
A place no one fight back
But no one knows why
Rape and poverty and police brutally
Is
pimpin' to me is four girls on your team
Down to scheme, aim to beam, for that cream
Cross country track, greyhound buss ride
Down to get your
What it is, ho? What's up?
Every good girl needs a little thug
Every block boy needs a little love
If he put it down, I'ma pick it up, up, up
What it is, ho? What's up?
Every good girl needs a little thug
Every block boy needs a little love
If he put it down, I'ma pick it up, up, up
I called, her baby, baby girl
She was the moonlight of my whole entire world
I had, to go on and let her go
It tore my life upside down a lonely
I'm travelin' down the highway with my radio turned on
A drivin' and a listenin' to another country song
The words are telling me about a life that I
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