Lyrics:
thinking rough sex hit it out the ballpark
One shot, two shot
Got your little ass too drunk
Big booty on her
Told her back that ass up like Juvi
Oh yeah,
downtown out the other country
the Prat is the first that see me the land
The first thing me hear is some sweet Catalan
Me ride into town in a style
the circuitry of thrown derivatives reimagined
in new rain, and wonder will that drown them
in our endless drowning? ain't big mama's edgy
bread, o las
For Cali, you know what I'm sayin
So all you fools keep trucha
And keep talkin that smack
You'll gonna land flat on your back
Cause Knightowl's
down on the southern cross country
In the country
In a quiet little country town
Where the southern cross stars
Shine down on the southern cross
on Vinyl (Vinyl)?
Your eyes they look like they've gone platinum
Our possibilities could make an album
You know I hear you walking by the stream
Like we're
of Thrones was still just books
In the time of the boy bands
When Timberlake and Chasez roamed the land
In the time of Eminem
When man first learned how
And I'll never ever doubt myself
Know I'm on my own so I can barely go and ask for help
Why the fuck would I wanna ask for help
Been thugging it by
We're the new kids,
We always the new kids
We're the freshest game in your town
When the neigh'bood bullies
All come out for the newlies
Think they
beautiful?
So many things that you could see,
The Rocky Mountains,
The redwood trees,
Small town,
Big town USA,
Somewhere down some old highway
When you’re
taking a wife home
Showmance is a no-man's-land, nothing to keep your eye on
It's your name by six figures on that check the network writes on
Or don't let
muh'fucker at
Everywhere we have on repeat
The jailhouse, Saint Peter, right street
Part of there where dude by the Duvall
Man the fuck up, perservere
but the city that dreams, for sure
If by dreams you mean in nightmares
L.A, I'm a dreamer, but I'm from nowhere, who am I to dream?
L.A, I'm upset,
influenced by The Mayor of Margaritaville, Jimmy Buffet, to whom this album is dedicated with much love and many thanks. We will forever cherish your memories
just trash bro
"You don't know who I am, do you?"
Check me out, yo
Straight out the land of the groundhog
That's where the devil refined him a genius
hate farm land it's time I sat on stoops and fire escapes
Wish I could update you on my latest escapades
My last album fueled by your absence
Do you have
diggin' down under the hood
After clearin' a path to the water pump, and takin' a four hour break,
By hour 27 we were all good, And we sailed
From little
can't breathe
By the red and blue lights
So proudly we hail
At the ones that we smite
O'er the land of the free
And the home of depraved
With a rope on my
was always well
He planted his corn in the month of June
And by July it was up to his eyes
Come September, came a big frost
And all the young
As we head in to the danger zone
To find a little pink house for her and me
We did it for love
We did it for satisfaction
It was the rage of the age
a small town girl, with her whole life packed in a suitcase by her feet,
But somehow the lights didn't shine as bright as they did on her mama's TV screen,
Riding round inside my new thing
They gon' say me Mr. Owe me
Rest in peace Big and Nakas
I had to get it by my lonely
Windows tinted like I'm Bruce
Remain thankful and humble, that's just some rules that I go by
It fucked me up when people gave my nigga low profile
Told 'em that time like Kobe first
on fresh
And headed into town so it could paint the city red
The pub was poppin’. The club was louder
Forgot his wallet so he snuck by the bouncer
The subs
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