Lyrics:
rewind cause I'm in your mind like a one-sided
Love and it goes by when you sit and cry
Cause really I don't blame you for missing rhymes I designed
dollar bills
Peel on Ducatis and other four wheels
Write a book full of
Medicine and generate mills
Tour the album, only for more sales
Last name stoner,
by the holler
Got a twelve pack of beer sitting way Over yonder let's get drunk, I'll try My luck
Yeah, we turning up this town in some jacked up
another one put on a shirt
A gift got shattered by a curse don't even know how karma works
This universe is giving in normalizing every sin
Society ain't
country old style feels
It's the mud pit out on 29
Bonfires with the apple pie moonshine
It's cruisin Main Street past closin time
The trucker at bills
to Florida City, Opa-Locka
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice
Ayo, I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
Peel on Ducatis and other four wheels
Write a book full of medicine and generate mills
Tour the album
Written by dewey bunnell and bill mumy, ©1984
Found on perspective.
Each time I call you I feel my heart beat
I want to be there walkin' up
an acronym
Flow so trill I should patent it
Never serve bubble rap when I package it
Blows by the truckload when the track is sent
In other words, you all
it over to the next bandstand
For this crossbreed country music case like a stud with a Texas brand
I sang my songs in Nashville got an album in
* just to be clear, l boogie does +not+ in this case refer to lauryn hill
[swizz beatz]
Let's get it started, get it started
Let's keep it started,
got a whole buncha green bills
Got a fork and I got them bands in them
I wish I would catch a nigga with his hands in it
Find that nigga dead with
dollar bill
I blow a hundred bands just to fuck around with
That ho that you in love with
The ho I mess around with
Come fuck with a Taylor
Blue
a number
Add it on up to twenty-five
The joke is on you, I'm still fucking alive
Had to drive by with the beat tape up in my mind
And combined with
Swimmin' in the money come and find me, Nemo
If I was at the club you know I balled, chemo
Dropped the mixtape, that shit sounded like an album
Who'd have
me on repeat
Everytime my fuckin' album drops
You can stare at the Chevy
See your face in the paint?
Rap is all I got goin'
See these tats on my hands?
say there's too much white in the stars and stripes
fuck the Brady bill
fuck the Brady bill
if God made man they say
Sam Colt made him equal
the Union Jack
And we say there's too much white in the Stars and Stripes
Fuck the Brady bill
Fuck the Brady bill
If God made man they say
Sam Colt
crisis that I'm in
Don't chime in
Front block like a line men
No longer co-sign it
Album two, you'll get what that line meant
Clearing shit up just like my
I’m at war with self
But I’m black in my own country
the fuck is I’m
Killing for
I’m back in my own company
You to accompany me
Is something I
on everything I sit in
I love my nappy hair
I love the shit I wear
You gotta love the squad-ad girl
If she ain't giving love to the whole squad-ad
Get outta
and Minnie Pearl right by my side
Let the circle be unbroken
Doors are always open
Hear them angels singing Walk the Line
A Country Afterlife
Someone pinch
you want me)
Feet on dash, dirt road like this shit country
Up in the coupe, got lil’ shawty in the front seat (Got lil’ shawty in the front seat)
Trash
instruments he’d never seen in books or mentioned by Older- it was a Temple to the God of Lutes. In one corner was a mixing station, with cords that ran
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