Lyrics:
Con-artist lover deep undercover
Hounded by the industry lights
Sweet Alabama smile for the camera
Show them everything's all right
That kind of feeling isn't
Bud light, moonshine, stuck in the middle
Nights on the town or drinks by the creek
Stacking shelves all night or stacking bales
Ain't no sunrise
breakin' thief in the dark
She had me fallin' in that Alabama moonlight
But I closed my eyes and she slipped right out of my arms
No her in my t-shirt, no
Step-by-step this is where I came from
7 Pounds, 6 ounces to graduation
Yeah, this place is in my veins, that's right
These are my stompin' grounds
A first kiss
Nighttime drive-by, singers lullabies
Bigs askin' about songs they can't identify
Down in Alabama, baggin' grams of yams
Got dozens of killers under my
the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt (Y'all can't fill my shoes)
From my Blueprint beginnings 'til that Black
the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt (Y'all can't fill my shoes)
From my Blueprint beginnings 'til that Black
have
Therefore, I sound nothing like you
I get listens by doing just what I do
I feel entitled to go and get the title
I fuck with streams and yeah, I
Hey what is up guys, it's your boy Johny here, and welcome to
My new album, Positive Optimus
So, it is currently 11:53 PM right now, December 31st,
make a plan, a plan
The man who made this album
I hope the outcome
Is how I wanted
I am being taunted
By idiots
Y'all is hideous
This album shall be
for beautiful people by the sea
Who don't need a song, need a song
Tenderness to you was only talk about a bruise
This is Alabama
to saddle up the Tontos cause I'm the Lone Ranger
I eat dinner with Jews but don't talk to strangers
I'm just a few albums from filling your disc changer
If
Wop
Wop
Marii Beatz, turn me up!
Go
Lately, I've been hangin' by myself
Fuck 'em all, don't need nobody else (fuck 'em, my dude)
Fuck 'em
a brook or four
Your momma wouldn't look at yall,
Go from the Panama canal, Alabama gal
Got me laid up, with my nuts like kapow!
B.O.B boys fast
Big Daddy Kane catch a vibe/
I was raised by the Rap Gods/ raised by the rap gods
I was Raised by the Rap Gods/ raised by the rap gods
Prodigy, Guru,
The suicide doors would go up for ya
Take a bullet by my side for ya
Like the saviour took the dagger by his side for me,
I would die for you, like he died for
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
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Duh..Duh..Duh..Di'Anno. Chart position 18 it got to, that was released on 26th of April 1982. And it was off
of the album
my faith in God
I've come a long, long way from Alabama
I've been a long, been a long time gone
I've been up, down, the whole world round
And I'm
There's a bridge that Escambia county closed that was named after Natives
Of the Creek Indian Nation but Ivan took it by surprise
No, I ain't been
start this album, I would like you to know
I don't condone any of the following
Brutal harming of others, unless if followed by the code of Hammurabi
meant for this performing
Why
Alright welcome to the album
I realize that maybe I should start by saying I was born may 10, 1999
Just in case you're
Becky was a beauty from south Alabama
Her Daddy had a heart like a nine pound hammer
Think he even did a little time in the slammer
What was I
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