Lyrics:
grew up tall and she grew up thin
Buried that old dog Gideon
By a crepe myrtle bush in the back of the yard,
Her daddy turned mean and her mama leaned
her I'm Charles Louboutin
The bitch fainted, pulled her panites down, stain it
That's my Chi-lingo, yeah I'm bi-lingual
Ball by myself nigga Ochocinco
her I'm Charles Louboutin
The bitch fainted, pulled her panites down, stain it
That's my Chi-lingo, yeah I'm bi-lingual
Ball by myself nigga Ochocinco
Benz with a cellular phone
See his diamonds and gold, call him Big Bank Bob
Got a ring for each finger and he can't get a job
This is not a song I
thin
Buried that old dog Gideon
By a crepe myrtle bush in the back of the yard,
Her daddy turned mean and her mama leaned hard
Got in trouble with a boy
That's not what I want, and yet
Everything is really really bad!
Like this song
Or the past
I'm feeling kinda gassed
I'm just looking for clothes that
in a coffin
Cause there is beauty buried deep inside me
But in the end I always find that
It's been done before
All the songs and all the words
And it
My father mourns the good ol days,
He hopes that some old traditions stay,
My father laments the good days gone,
Closed eyes he sings a sean-ós song
plays a song for me to sing
If you let me, dear indocile king
It’s time for me to leave
This neverending scene
As I am no longer bothered by what could
leave You buried
It's so scary all this Jibba Jabba and Mumblin
Wak MC's they saying nothin'
And it's all for nothin because the Money ain't shit
They
write I belong
Let me break the fourth wall by acknowledging this song
Ren sits down
Has a stroke of genius
He wants to write a song that was not
the prairies, boy
And them smokin' yellow grass fires start to burn
And the warnings on them beer cans
Gonna be buried in them landfills
No deposit, no sad songs
November
Searching for parking by the harbor on the north shore
Step out freezing from the car open your door
Hold you buried in my chest
Keep your
until then I'm patiently restin', think of my sins, no need on me stressin'
[Chorus]
See now that I'm gone and I'm dead
And I'm buried in life in
I find myself bloody with no one else involved
Where the body's are buried by the moors out in the fog
I've lived through the spears, the soldiers,
Yeah I'm from the Burgh
So you know, the flow immaculate
We believe in miracles
Our faith is not by accident
Life is often spiritual
I know you feel
prolly paying attention to all the rumbled up feelings a broken dream and a nigga who writes his song with his feelings getting applauded by day ones
who
"Come on boys, let's hit the road!"
We left L.A. on Sunday, in Lubbock by Tuesday
That?s where we played our second show
Where nobody knew us,
fucking song
Let's do this though
(By any means necessary)
This is for the culture let's go
A fool with it the flow old school
Let me show you how a grown
asleep
By any means is the same rules I play by
Cause slowin' down ain't no option for me
So I just stay up and write songs all night long
And turn all
and without a home
Her name was what inspired me to write this song
We used to talk all the time, I thought she was destined for me in my head at the time
I'm
accept my humble song.
It ain't got shit to do with you and by god that's god's honest truth
There's more in a man than the liquor and the lust that
beg to be put down, unto us the most inspired storm.
A princess ravaged by her prince behold; the birth of sex and distance, two frail corpses both
Ayo
This a song about
My, my stepdad
Let's see if this ever happened to you
I, I hate
My, my stepdad
One thing that sticks in my craw
When I
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