Lyrics:
democracy
Donald's in the hoosegow now
We all love our old friend Rudy, Rudy toot toot tooty
Once thought to be the mayor of the USA
But then he started
chinny, chin, chin
Little pig, little pig, let me in
Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin
Well, I'm huffin', I'm puffin', I'll blow your house in
the old man down,
He never doubted that the rumor was real.
But there the old man stood by the store front,
With his white cane hanging from his belt.
above that pool
(So cold, so cold)
I knew you by your government
Instead of your stage name
Been around town, chopping up tree
Bet you see me, same old
and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the cane-brake by an old mama lion
Can't no a high-tone woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons
and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the cane-brake by an old mama lion
Cain't no a high-tone woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons
Ay Street where the party at?
Yeah
Party at the house I think my mama gone, yeah (mama)
She left me at the house all by myself alone, yeah
blasted by the keystone cops
When I was young they was feeding me fairytalz
And this goes on until I'm old and gray
When I was young they was feeding me
I'd drive by your house
And count the minutes from yours to mine
Hate going back there
Cause I knew you weren't fully mine
And I know I was young
But
power, women,
all the things you could crave
but I'm haunted by Saint Peter's face
on the day I meet the grave
Lucifer swats my foes away
they're all
Ho my old house
Bye lie by lying keep lying but not to me
That you love me
That you need me
That you want me
That you like me
That you trusted me
That
with us"
Got that house on the hill, it lean like a double cup
Clean like my stubble cut (nah)
I will never give a fuck, got the blower in the bluff
are my middle name
Raised in the Canebrake by an old mama lion
Ain't no a high-toned woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons, what do you
– Grow old! – we all have to prevail
Grow up! – Grow cold! – follow the rules and you won’t fail!
You should have listened to Peter Pan long ago
When
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
thots you met at Playhouse
(I didn't say that)
I just rode by nigga, you wasn't at Dre house
Parked my shit at Ye house and hopped in the uber
Jayceon
bound to the stake
No way out, no bailout, last punishment by (fire)
Peter Thompson: Men! Bind this heathen to the stake!
KK: I'll return one day soon,
Walking through day by day
Dreaming myself away
I'm stuck in my old thoughts
Why can't this be enough
Realized it's only me
That set myself to free
I
The old Spooner place is less than a house, more than rotting painted wood.
Shaded by the trees, hidden in the brush, allowed to stand longer than
Fightin' and trouble are my middle name
Raised in the Canebrake by an old mama lion
Ain't no a high-toned woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen
are my middle name
Raised in the Canebrake by an old mama lion
Ain't no a high-toned woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons, what do you
We got the top down, cruising on a backroad
Southbound, never do what we're told
Like Peter Pan, we're never gonna grow old
No No No No No No
They
beam
I'm damn good with these eyeballs
Money coming by the boat load been adding up all summer
In one day I served a thousand J's my trap house doing
a modest man trying to improve my station
I think I can get there if I work hard
And I'm fortunate to have a bit of a head start
A cheap old house would be
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