Lyrics:
(I have a woman
And I know she's no good
But still I keep my head up high
And try to do the things that a good man should
Am I a good man?)
Yeah we
didn't seem to bother the old man at all.
A traveler was riding by that day
And stopped to hear him a-fiddling away
The cabin was afloat and his feet
Created by yellow tape and chalk lines
Lived anonymous I.D. was just a gang sign
Hard headed like ball hogs at crunch time
Ready to eat with all my
Got to acknowledge the goodness of the Lord (Many man)
He's Holy (Holy)
And I'm astonished by His will
Because He's Good
My God is so gracious
Satan is
of the problem is this (Speak on it God)
Preacher got my Old Earth puttin' money in the pan
For the rest of the week now I'm eatin' out a soup can
He has
con man
Healthy hair by Rosa
Got Chef Juan saying
Hola hermosa
Cause my hair look so good
And the life that I live is all good
She say I look so good
Healthy hair by Rosa
Got Chef Juan saying
Hola hermosa
Cause my hair look so good
And the life that I live is all good
She say I look so good
She say I look
good
They show me love and I'm feeling good
Since high school I was write songs
Now I'm killing verses with my old lyrics
Talk about long term investment
the great divide, and a white man stiff and still,
Lying there by his lonesome self, and I figured it must be Bill.
So I thought of the contract I'd made
All
these lures had been placed there by Shadowcast,
hoping to avoid confrontation between this dominant
man and his own villainous forces. Eriel
ain't good as your old shit
'Til your new shit is your old shit, son, in this sun, let me get some
I wear this 24 karat solid gold rollie for my son
conceptualize human beings
My auntie is a man now
I think I'm old enough to understand now
Drinking Paul Masson with her hat turned backwards
Motorola
tell their jokes to spite the man
I feed my folks they bite my hand
I do the most, I'll fly to Cannes to watch a film, then bye, alright
Headline
livin' in is fucked
Industry rule number four thousand and eighty one
Your new shit ain't good as your old shit
'Til your new shit is your old shit, son
really did that all by yourself?
What an old, old man
You sure you didn't get somebody's help?
What an old, old man
You think you built this all on your
kept them damn hundreds by the fuckin’ bundles
Trying to buy a maybach for my fuckin’ mama
Put her ass in a coupe for the fuckin’ summer
Man that
kissin'
Now your family don't like me, this I understand
I don't wanna settle down, I am just a ramblin' man
I'd rather be out rockin' with my good old
just might be in your hood
Causin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good
Horse and carriage when I roll, it's sober hopin' so it's 'stood
I'm
Hey baby you forgot your Ray Bans
And my sheets still orange from your spray tan
It was more than soft porn for the K-man
She remember my Sprinter,
Oney standin' over me
Today when that old whistle blows
I'll check in all my gear and I'll retire
The superintendent just dropped by
And said
some time I'd fix the barn
Poor old girl, she needs a man down on the farm
And it's good old country comforts in my bones
Just the sweetest sound my
please take your aim at me
Cherish the thought
Of always having you here by my side
Cherish the joy
You keep bringing it into my life
Cherish your
around
She strangles for a good time
And she kills my self-control
She's my man, don't be too sad sonny
'Cause she'll never be your woman no more, hey
And together we'll start a new life
There's nothing here but heartaches and tears
And I don't even feel like a man
I'll saddle the horses and wait by the old
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