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slingin', spurs hittin' the floor
Call me hoss, I'm the boss, with the sauce, and the horse
No remorse for the sheriff, in his eye I ain't right
I'ma paint

an estate
That bitch come thru
I just paint her face
Bitch we smoke by the O
This is not an eighth
Lately I’m thinking bout a better place
Your water look

read ‘em (Yeah)
Took two hundred stables just to power this demon (Them horses)
Her man in the Navy she in love with the semen (Ow)
Two two three odd but

I married the game and it ain’t no divorcing
I’m pushing the trackhawk with twelve-hundred horses
I’m still the same nigga that’s rocking air forces

Grateful 
Grateful 



Grateful   
I ain’t never stress what I ain’t do
Way too, top notch, when I break through 
Champagne on a horse thats what

Hid a couple racks in the dirt 
You don’t get paid for a verse
Fucking on ya bitch she nurse 
Bad bitch ride it like a horse
He touch me, put em in

we getting dead homies
Biker boy the gang
Way we slide on em
Know that boy a horse
The way she ride on
Money vulture drop
Dive on a bag
Never had shit

can tell that I'm the shit
No them suckers couldn't catch up I got horses in the whip
Shooter in the back he popping out it's like your name was rick

that was jus a dream ago

Until were no more
Until were no more
Ima ride high on my horse
Still remaining on course
Until were no...

I know the reason

horses
If he ain't talkin bout no bread (Yeah) that shit there ain't important (It's not)
I gotta run it up real fast, tryna put a scat on forgis' (Skrt)

the lasso
A horse's noose, grip won't loose
What's the use?
Give it all up, float among the waves, and

I, on the shoreline I find myself
Lost in your arms

something out the pound
You know I'm a dog
They should've kept me in the pound
Went to grab some wings
Had this milf take me down
Chilling on my high horse

life but look like portrait though flick
Pull up in Porsche's slow
Then take off like where did them horses go (Skirt)
Aye hoe I'm in portrait mode we

of mud on the jet black paint
Take that EFI
Turn it up to five
Make a country boy get high

On six hundred horses gonna let 'em run
Got the hammer

a dirt road
Cuz you're not with me
You stole my heart
Like a thief in the night
Who flees in the dark
Just get on your horse and ride away
Leave me here in

a foreign, pistol grey, i just stomp the gas
Got a couple horses so you know it's moving kinda fast
Burning out the tires, leaving all the bullshit in the past

The amount force it takes to mount my high horse is crazy
I tried to swallow my pride, but nope I almost died, so much arrogance lately

Alright look

your dark horse
You ain't even Katy baby
Turn up the voice

Pop five, pop five
Pop six, pop six
Count the rounds, it go eleven and a half times six
Put

for wherever you're headed
A permanent past that you keep on forgetting

We run like horses on a carousel

Your heart is a cave that I paint full

Ooh, seven hunna horses (skrrt, skrrt)
Yeah, seven hunnid (skrrt, skrrt)
Yeah, seven hunnid 
Ayy, yeah (skrrt, skrrt)

Seven hunna horses, I be

Oh mother are there horses on the moon?
I saw them last night
Through the looking glass tube

One horse was red the other was blue
Running

Jack Ass Ginger

Poi Dog Pondering

Liquid White Light

Sometimes like a dream you come cut
From the same cloth
The light in your palm so white I feel it in my heart
Horse hoof imprint on the saddle

gonna' take me for a ride
She's the girl for me tonight
She's just my speed

She's a dark horse, guts of steel, valentine heart beating sex appeal
She's

Deep Pockets

Gaz Coombes

Deep Pockets

2018

I'm out late, there's a half naked crowd of people
Let them in with their blank cheques & deep pockets
Hard living, paint peeling, all the dark