Lyrics:
Blue jeans, white shirt
Walked into the room, you know you made my eyes burn
It was like James Dean, for sure
You're so fresh to death and sick
The old Nashville cowboy was burdened with time
He was bent by his years and the fight with the wine
With a head full of music and an old nursery
Jimmy Morrison overdosed in the bath
I know, I'll hang myself with my scarf
Tied to the stairs, dangling by my neck
The cord length I forgot to check
before we see the moon
With the James Joyce comin' down two for one
And we'll see the crack of dawn before this night's done
I wanna go walkin' each
wilin'
Professional shooter
Don't miss like James Bond
You're lonely and broke you cry to your momma
Black Air Force 1s in the night
Yeah, ahh, ahh musa
when this thug start
Tell it on moi, ya never been raised by proper stars
Foolin' ya self tryna claim what's ours
I'm international wid magical flows
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot
humming
Dynamite, dynamite, clef I got the cash
Yo let's skip town like harlem nights
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my
it spin
I'm from the city where they
Sold out the residents
Larenz Tate
Face paint
Dead presidents
James Brown
Arsenio in the trunk
Jimi wit the semi
Poetic on wax
Relax
Just let it spin
I'm from the city where they
Sold out the residents
Larenz Tate
Face paint
Dead presidents
James Brown
Arsenio in
goin' rocky
And my wrist's all froze
Champagne's in my glass
I'm surrounded by hoes
You know You know
You know that I fuck shit up
You know you know
We living valalo the night is to long
We living valalo the night is too long
Bringing it all in the night is to long
Six to six its on night is
The old Nashville cowboy was burdened with time
He was bent by his years and the fight with the wine
With a head full of music and an old nursery
sung]
One day unto St. James's with large and swelling pride,
Each man had a flash woman walking by his side,
And at night we did retire unto some ball
Real real gone
I got hit by a bow and arrow
Got me down to the very marrow
And I'm real, real gone
Real real gone
I can't stand up by myself
Don't
night
Damn
Hit it
Two, three, four, five, six, seven
Flash forward, 2045
What did you stand for in the life of your pride
When faced with
Uh, Two Step with me
Yeah, Two Step with me
C'mon, Two Step with me
Grab me by the hand, two step with me
Remember we were dancing in September?
up, I gotta get right
Yo bitch give me them legs by the end of the night
Outta mind outta sight, now we on the way
Nigga tried to Okie Dokie, but he
know who you are
Sydney you were my wish to a shooting star
I wished one night that I would meet the girl of my dreams
And I'm so glad that you were
got silver spoon motherfuckers askin' for some money
We're not motivated by the bitches or the sums
Haven't slept in years, got thoughts in my head
you gotta cop
I am black I get shot up by cops
Yeah, nigga I'm the realist in the city
I take your bitch and grab her by the titties
I am black but I
That we are here today
We shared a dream to build a wheel
Now that dream is looking real
For us today
Standing by
Under lots of strain
Doing crosses
Is it the time
You're on your way to the airport
By now
You live in Sydney
And this is Berlin
I'm heading down the street
To have a drink or 2 in my
Poem: Banjo, of the Overflow by K. (Francis Kenna)
I had written him a letter, which I had for want of better
Knowledge given to a partner by
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