Lyrics:
and oil
By snakeskin boots and motors
That's how you like your toys but
I don't wanna be
Your dirty little secret
To satisfy your needs
for a heavy metal
laundry
Angels that guard my body, lord, I'm sorry
Lord, I'm sorry for the things I did
It's strange out here, we bang out here
Killas, drug dealers, they
And waved it in the air
By the time the sherrif came around
Only bloody bones were there
The paper said this sort of thing
Just happens everywhere everywhere
to do
Got em shaking in their boots
Now that I got all these diamonds on me
It’s better if you hate while running from me
Don’t come around me
Yeah
around
Like little ants
Cuz that’s what they were
A hat too big for his head
And boots that were only pretend
Were the solitary things
That gave him
features, that's a stimulus check
First thing I did was hit up my Miami connect
Three-fifths on a chain that underscore my complexion
McQueen boots
to comfort me
You better do it by your self, that's what mamma taught me
Can't afford another drought, I got a family to feed (uh huh)
I know momma watching,
to play
A week went by and the local folk soon began to question
Who put those Eagles stickers on that abandoned Edsel wagon
And what about those
all I'm wishin' to be ownin'
That I might be gone a long time
And it's only that I'm askin'
Well, is there something I can send you to remember me by
send you to remember me by
To make your time more, easy passing
Oh how can, oh how can you ask of me again
It only brings me sorrow
The same thing
They know you've got nothing to lose
Because if you'd had a chance you would've lost that too
Dazzled by the image of the self-made man
They hold
A little flash of lightning and some bully boy charm
We built a monster
We built a monster
This thing can cross oceans in its seven league boots
It can
would go insane
But when some years slipped by and he still felt the same.
People and money came and went but the only thing that stayed the same
Were
the rear view
Old Skoal can, and cowboy boots and a
Go Army Shirt folded in the back
This thing burns gas like crazy, but that's alright
People got their
homes in on its pray. And that's you by the way, and you're caught up in the fog of war
It's a world beyond fear, you can't even see the enemy, although
thing on my mind
How the hell am I gonna get out of here,
How the hell am I gonna get up out alive?
I called a girl I barley knew
I only knew her by
It feels so good when love is a conscious thing
Less pretentious and real baby
Do you feel like I do?
I know its vague by definition, but whether
on triggers
And I knew for certain if I continued
Living life all simple
Jail would be the only institution I'd be able to get into
So I laced by boots
Hit
D]
Now tell me why you wanna hate me
Am I ur enemy playin close
Tryna take what you like most?
Or do I say the wrong things when we be chillin'
I got
cant afford them
And im walking down the street time for reporting
Niggas lace up your boots its time for extorting
Got Em! see him walking by the alley
the will in him
I'm a hard guy you can find other synonyms
Make my own liquor, he brew like Elohim
Jujitsu any fool that don't hello him
Mmm-hmm
Cucaracha
Put on your best new dress,
And let your hair hand down
Leave behind that kitchen mess,
We're going out on the town
I'll put my new boots on,
i survived the thunderstorm and the rain blood sweat and tear its a been through the pain my hearts stained by the chicks that he stabs
Just a boy but
would follow, keep testing me
Jeez, good thing my blade is sharp as ebony
The Devil better ease up, I'll poke back if you pester me
Flip out like toons,
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