Lyrics:
the necessities of life
That a growin' boy somehow, well, they just gotta have.
Things like, hah-hah, a pair of high top boots,
With a little pocket on the side
on the floor
Just play a song that I can die to
Need I start remind you
Nobody invited you
I'm starting to thing my addy got leaked by some guys who
Need a place
perms!
niggas, get your hands of your cracks, come to terms with yourself
If you don't get any bigger
Pink Caddy driving, black boot stomping
Yes! I'm that
perms!
niggas, get your hands of your cracks, come to terms with yourself
If you don't get any bigger
Pink Caddy driving, black boot stomping
Yes! I'm that
Christmas don’t feel the same
I hate that empty chair on grannies table
When it’s still your place
Times could pass
But some things never change
Too much I
from boots
Another thing I never finished was school
Some come to me and say that shits cool
Walk a mile in my feet come try on my shoes
Bet you be
La to the boot
Yeah we vibing and I'm sliding
Pick you up around 2
Yeah we flying no surprising
Sunset by the pool
Can't explain what i do
All this
at night that we will get by
Just another story of my backroads life
I'm a Cossatot river runner been floatin', it goin'
Under Lad bridge since I was
man, went from that to makin a livin
Rightous willin, the only thing supreme swimmin
And proceed, to not smoke weed around the seed
It's the new way,
gas.
War love letters and high school sweaters.
Beetle boots and bell bottom pants.
Like autumn leaves fallin' from the trees
And all the things that
some boots and a flannel on
And dance by the foot on a countertop until last call
Yeah it ain't no country song
Until we hit you with that minor fall
bitch
And I was digging that down since '96 shit
Memph man I'll take your bitch
Let her do her thing, give brain in the whip
And you know how it go
get ugly 'cause trust me niggas do feel
The way that I felt when I wrote this, but we must stay in focus
We kings and queens up in this thing, get rid
another plan
He's the fucking cause of your appalling state this summer
Fancy that, you came to London to get pimped by your Uncle, damn
She's just
Bottoms, 7 Jeans
Winter time she rock this, no boots
I'm on the remix bitch I stay in the booth
The gas (?) Never smoke that hookah
Going slow motion
She managed by simply doin' without a whole lot o' things that she needed herself...
My I.O.U's add up to more than I could ever hope to repay,
But
Texas
Hah-hah-hah, where your western boots at?
I've got 'em on
Them ain't no boots you got on, they're broke in
Hey, looky here
What's that?
I've
Texas
Hah-hah-hah, where your western boots at?
I've got 'em on
Them ain't no boots you got on, they're broke in
Hey, looky here
What's that?
I've
are your workin' boots at?
I've got 'em on
Those aren't no boots you got on; those broguettes!
Hey, look-a here!
What's that?
I've bin
with lipstick on
Was really flyin' high
'n then they got that disco thing
'n new wave came along
'n all of a sudden I thought the time
Had come
on a stake
Bleeding on a paper that's my therapeutic date
Open gates but i can't find a way
The road is dark and I'm a toad to these cranes
By no means
What's that?
I've been trying to figure out what you is
I already figured out what you is.
What's that?
You that thing I throw peanuts at.
Hey, looky
and toes, fingers and toes
Forty things we share
Forty one if you include
The fact that we don't care
Now you've blocked off most of Main Street
For
and toes, fingers and toes
Forty things we share
Forty one if you include
The fact that we don't care
Now you've blocked off most of Main Street
For
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