Lyrics:
Don't try to handle mine
Get yourself a shotgun, a pocketful of shells
And we can while away the time
Look up the wall, do it right, make a mistake
You're
love you the same
While I'm crawling like a crab and
Yelling balling is a habit baby
Mariel just had a baby
Someone else decapitated
It’s a pocketful
Pocketful of honey and I'm ready to go
No, I ain't got no money, but I'm letting you know
That I'ma love you like a fool
Breathe you in 'til I
he please
He got a broomstick on the throttle
To keep his throttle foot a-dancin' round
With a cupful of cold black coffee
And a pocketful of West
laughing, honey, laughing just to keep from crying
I got a handful o' nickels, got a pocketful o' dimes
Got a houseful o' youngens and no one mind
Lord,
he please
He got a broomstick on the throttle
To keep his throttle foot a-dancin' round
With a cupful of cold black coffee
And a pocketful of West
a pocketful of miracles
If you promise to be good, try to be nice
God will take good care of you
Just do as I say, not as I do
I'm counting my blessings
The sweet smell of rosies, a pocketful of posies
You can't mask the fragrance of death in their beds
There's Typhus in the air and ashes everywhere
Amongst
through a wall, I can kick like a mule
I got a pocketful of bullets and a blueprint of the school
I'm the devil's little soldier, I'm the devil's little
of the rain
Took the great minds and the vapers
And a pocketful of seed
It's time for us to leave
And we will walk together
Psychedelic garlands in our
married to the game
And I don't leave home without her and a pocketful of change
We gon' get rich together
She's bi-sexual, we gon' fuck a bitch together
Pretty please (Trickle down my spine)
Pocketful of honey and I'm ready to go
No, I ain't got no money
But I'm letting you know
That I'ma love you like
nailed you
And we saw you crucified
The second coming of the Holy Ghost
We need a pocketful of miracles
Two thousand years and he ain't shown yet
to my baby and me
Yeah, we're headed to the drive-in on a Saturday night
Just me and my baby and a six-pack of lite
Got a pocketful of money and I'm
afford a guitar
Sing a song of sixpence, pocketful of rye
Wish it was more than crumbs I could buy
Meet forever after
Don't he dress real well
You
nailed you
And we saw you crucified
The second coming of the Holy Ghost
We need a pocketful of miracles
Two thousand years and he ain't shown yet
have to go
Wizard man's got a pocketful of lead
Keep a clear eye and a steady head
Don't wait for christmas 'cause it's bound to snow
When they carry
that it's real
By God above I know I feel about you
Got a handful of gold & a pocketful of dreams
But a heart full of love & I know what it means
it's real
By God up above I know how I feel about you
Got a handful of gold and
A pocketful of dreams
And a heart full of love
I know what it means
want you right now
I want you
I want you right now
I'm a bundle of joy
A pocketful of tears
Got enough of both
To last all the years
I live all
Many dreams come true, and some have silver linings.
I live for my dream, and a pocketful of gold.
Mellow is the man who knows what he's been
the switch
Pocketful in every packet, that's why I'm poppin? shit
I don't forgive I don't forget, what you said, where you flip
When you get hit, I hope
I'm standin' in the street outside your garden wall
Pocketful of money belly full of wine
Condi in my heart and romance on my mind
Listen to me
I met a man in Tijuana
Said he had a job for me to do
Standin' on a corner in San Diego
With a pocketful of red balloons
All I wanted was
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