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Drinkin' beer, screamin, "Sing 'Shove It'"
You know, even John the Baptist wouldn't be welcome in this place
With his coat made of camel
hair was a disgrace
Not to mention the beard that grew long on his face
At least they decided Harold Dee must leave home
Unlike Carroll and Gerald he had
my Sidekick (I want you by my side)
And I'll hit you back (call you soon as I)
Soon as I get home (get home)
What's your name, baby? (Yeah)
Do
tall bitch from the back, say, "Stand up" (woo)
Then put your motherfuckin' face down, ass up
Nigga been rich too long for makin' these songs, my
to know
I wish that I could stay but I got to go
So I'm gonna call you tonight
I will baby, just as soon as I get time alone
I'm gonna call you tonight,
I see no reason to take me home
I'm old enough to face the dawn
Just call me angel of the morning, angel
Just touch my cheek before you leave me,
himself
Stitched by Dapper Dan, oh man with the gun in hand
I leave your blood squirting
No offense, I'll put your face on the chest of a sweatshirt
Well, I hear my father fall and I hear my mother call
And I hear the others all whispering, come home
I'm sorry to go, I loved you all so
But this is
to start
I see no need to take me home
I'm old enough to face the dawn
Just call me angel of the morning, angel
Just touch my cheek before you leave
When they opened up the strip
I was young and full of zip
I wanted someplace to call my home
And so I made the race
And I staked me out a place
Dylan isn't Dylan and Wayne isn't Wayne
They got where they are by changing their names
Jesus was the first Superman we know that of course
One got
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
God's graces
And the birth of the rebel Jesus
Well they call him by 'the Prince of Peace'
And they call him by 'the Savior'
And they pray to him
shack it was a happy home
And we just couldn't help but fall in love
That big black dog and that little old shack
Sitting down by the railroad track
face
Who worked real hard for some rich-ass fuck
Just another John Doe Joe Schmoe out of luck
Just another John Doe Joe Schmoe out of luck
Well I threw
savin' an doin'
At Home Depot (You already know)
Haters say it to my North Face
I stay up in the woods takin hikes (Hike dat, hike dat)
Hash-tagging every
home
Daddy drives an eighteen-wheeler
And they sure miss him when he's gone (yeah they do)
Ah, but he calls them every night and he tells them that
come back and win by three
Alright!
I love it!
Fuck you guys!
Sorry, buddy...
Who's the new guy?
Oh, that's my friend John.
Hey John... sweet hat!
I'm never alone, I look at my phone
If I call you up, you're never at home
I love you all the time
I'm fueled up and high, a man among guys
I ain't thinking 'bout you
I ain't thinking 'bout
Middle fingers up, put them hands high
Wave it in his face, tell him, "Boy, bye" (sorry)
Tell
genuine
(Better ride it right, Hi-ho silver to the early light {early light baby}
Slow it down a bit, get your face all yet drown in it)
No doubt,
The Speedwell lady kisses old Blue John
Why burn and burn and grieve in the forging
From Loxley, Sheaf, Porter, Rivelin and Don
And people in this city call
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
a friend of his?
Mouth him back to John and show this nigga, just who the winner is
The presence of a small town, I diminish and blemishes
I'm'a play yo'
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