Lyrics:
and Sunday too
I go to see my Pearly Blue
Before you hear that rooster crow
You'll see me headed down the road
Now old man Flatt he owned the farm
From
and Sunday too
I go to see my Pearly Blue
Before you hear that rooster crow
You'll see me headed down the road
Now old man Flatt he owned the farm
From
must die by my own hand
'Cause I'm not man enough to live alone
Hey, hey, she's better off without me
And I'm better off dead now that she's gone
questions
From the rural route
The man he runs around with comes up missing
Off the rural route
Rural route
Twenty miles away by a lake
On the rural
at the sky
Can't believe the cover ups and lies
They been tellin' us since birth
Pissin' off old Mother Earth
My gones are by-gones prophesized
Come
My man's gone now, ain't no use a listening
For his tired footsteps, climbing up the stairs.
Ah, oh, old man sorrow's come to keep me company
love
Who do you love
Who do you love
Who do you love
Arlene took me by my hand
Said cool it Robert you know your my man
Who do you love
Who do
charge from now on."
And we just made it out of the Big Muddy
With the captain dead and gone.
We stripped and dived and found his body
Stuck in
freeze, freeze
Now DJ bring the music, please
Count 'em, man
It's about twelve, thirteen, fourteen bad bitches
It's me, two of my homies, we drinkin',
of Jimmy's Mack
Stood a round steel cage
Welded into shape by Slim,
Made out of sucker gauge.
How fine, they cried, now with you inside,
Strapped in there
(Bill Fries, Chip Davis)
Well, I found him on the corner of Seventh and Main
In the Iowa township of Sloan (Township of Sloan...)
He's tired,
and thin air
Losin' money by the mile
I'll get there a poor man
She'll make it worth my while
I was a white line casanova
A love bandit of the road
I
freeze, freeze
Now DJ bring the music, please
Count 'em, man
It's about twelve, thirteen, fourteen bad bitches
It's me, two of my homies, we drinkin',
legends are made
There's just a few
That stand out in my mind
Some of them still roll
And some are lost to the grind
Now you ask me
Of the special
a minute, I see my man over there, Jay-Z
Jay-Z, Dame Dash let me hear that lil' tape of yours, and it's fat
Why don't you come up here and kick a lil'
gone
It's hard for you to say
Texas gets more beautiful, with every passing day
Got a letter from my family, said they'd had a lot of rain
It washed
Now, the end is near (Can you believe this shit Guru?)
So I face (I'm from the hood man) the final curtain
(No the real hood the hood, not the rap
this race by empty remains
Do you judge God by his creatures when they are dead?
For now, the lizard's shed it's tail
This is the end of man's long
Guess that makes two, me and you
By the way, my name's Jones
Hey, I know a place, it's not far from here
That's my dented red Chevy out front
You
is here then it's gone
Yes that's the plan now my boy's a little man
But in my heart forever he will be as he was to me when he was young
The old man had a vision but it was hard for me to follow
I do things my way and I pay a high price
When I think back on the old man and the bus ride
Now
Canibitch, on some "Stan Lives" shit
It creeped me out at first, man, this is sick
But me, bein' just as sick, this conflict
Gets my dick harder than
love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Arlene took me by my hand
Said, "Cool it, Robert, you know you're my man."
Who do you
White man just rulin'
The Niggas With Attitudes, who ya foolin'?
Y'all niggas just phony
I put that on my mama and my dead homies
Yella Boy's on your
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