Lyrics:
a family man by the old fireside reposing
Till the cry of the hound shows his lair is foud
And there's no time left for dozing
I'm off says he don't wait for
People say I'm no good
And crazy as a loon
'Cause I get stoned in the morning
And get drunk in the afternoon
Kinda like my old blue tick hound
I
People say I'm no good
And crazy as a loon
'Cause I get stoned in the morning
And get drunk in the afternoon
Kinda like my old blue tick hound
I
it's mismatched
Shoulder all the blues, not hip with the syntax
Been back, need dough for the six pack
Gotta heal like a dog when the wrist snap
Hang by
his neck.
Old Reilly's daughter got a message
That her father was goin' to hang.
She rode by night and came by morning
With gold and silver in her
You can't match us, you can't catch us, you are tryna' throw at batch us
I go laps around you, dogs surround you, lackin' against the pack will hound
then she gettin' swerved
Real roadrunner, no wheels, took the hound home
Too many blues in the roll, I can't count blood (brrt)
You want a handout?
Stranded inside a madhouse, baby.
Down in old Pine Grove.
Been up for days
in a drunkards haze,
just lit up by this stove.
We got the band in
around
I left em right when it went down
You should of pressed up its what it is now
Don't press luck dog no pressure with hounds
Anyways I don't need
My old boy from the point
But I'm from Southwest and every
Now and then I get put to the test
But I can't be stopped
Cause I gotta come true
I get home?
A good old dog never did no wrong
And sure as hell taught this old boy a lesson
Lord, I know you get a lot, but I've got one question
like "Nah, man, but I was raised there", you know what I'm saying?
Like, I got there when I was 3 years old. That's when I was formed- in Atlanta, man I
spiritually
Tick tick ticking time bomb when it explodes
Slick Rick shit that I'm on with the next hoe
Ten for the generation new to the old
The fire on my ass
put it back into accounts
Every side piece asking for an allowance
Keep these old bands around like 3 doors down
Got these beats by the ounce if you
My old boy from the point
But I'm from Southwest and every
Now and then I get put to the test
But I can't be stopped
Cause I gotta come true
Spacebound
I was lost, but I'm found
Stars in the sky, don't fall
I'm down
No frowns
All smiles with my dogs
Hound
160 pounds of delight
Everybody
on...my boots and dad's old hat...
I don't belong to the blue-blood crowd...
I own a dog that's a blue-blood hound....
I got the puppies sitting here beside
on the skins
Meal for the hound-dog
Eggs for the miss
and by tomorrow
I swear candy for the kids
I got a taste of honey
But I'm dreaming of a hint of a lime
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
Got me running around looking for the old me
Carving Truexact all up in that oak tree
Angel on my shoulder said he's gonna show me
He said it's
down in old town, baby, yeah, no way, no way
At an old town with all new faces
House in the hills, payed for in blue faces
Saw picture perfect if you
feel like a hound dog moaning along with the rain
Anyday now the jukebox could drive me insane
There's an old man in the corner
Nobody knows
He says
taking over our screens
We rather watch real life pain
Instead of Hollywood blue screens
Don't trust a God damn soul
We all lie from the young to the old
private parts
I'm a dog
I'm a dog
I'm a dog
Life used to be a sad song, now you hear the sample of the horns mixed with the drums, and it sounds like
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