Lyrics:
to kick this muthafucka in
Let's talk about a scandal
The album Geffen found too hot to handle
Fucked up the minds of you and yours
The last LP from
to kick this muthafucka in
Lets talk about a scandal
The album Geffen found too hot to handle
Fucked up the minds of you and yours
The last lp from
to kick this muthafucka in
Lets talk about a scandal
The album Geffen found too hot to handle
Fucked up the minds of you and yours
The last lp from
Well, how do you do, young Willie McBride?
Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside?
And rest for a while in the warm summer sun
I've
you met Tyler, the Creator
And the other members of Odd
Future how important was that?
GQ: They inspired you to record
Your first album, Nostalgia,
tapes to Travis of the cosmos
401k, and it's really helping
Arms ripped off by the fake Willie Nelson
Do or die, who am I, failed out of junior high
I heard your last album that was a big flop
I guess they gassed you up but you never did pop
Tryna come for me lil homie you more like pop
This is
the syringe still stuck in her arm
Dying a slow death, oh, she losing her dear mind
From the troubles of the world, feeling cursed by mankind
Uh, caught up
can't smell whats concealed
Had a riff now I got blood on my Achilles heel
Need a couple milli for a deal and nothin less
Modern day Willie Nelson I need
I get a little frost bit by your cold words
I don't know, guess I just hoped you'd think it was dope
But nope, you wrote, and I quote
"This song
the syringe still stuck in her arm
Dying a slow death, oh, she losing her dear mind
From the troubles of the world, feeling cursed by mankind
Uh, caught up
He got wipe the tears from your eyes
Let that pain go, let them tears out, let your soul cleanse
I'm by myself on the interstate I can't hold it in
That
We're not Willie Nelson ain't got his hat
Waiting in line for your favourite show
Energy explodes from the front of the stage
Strobe lights
Well how do you do, young Willie McBride
Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside
And rest for a while neath the warm summer sun
I've been
fight til'
Black Lives Matter
I'm going to name a few of the victims killed by police brutality in the past decade
Janet Wilson
Willie Tillman
the neighbors
Got a brand new pill for my aggression
Count my blessings had to teach this boy a lesson
I want a cabin by the lake like Willie Nelson
And you can
Sitting in the parking lot
Watch the 171 go by
Got some bread in the passenger, ask him why they look at her
Flower still on my mind
Sent a text,
constructed
By good ole' Thomas Ryman back in 1882
I wonder what he'd think
If he could smell the stink
Where the Rey eyed Stranger Willie Nelson spewed
Watch
you just the same
Reba to Winona Garth Brooks to Waylon J
Dolly Parton Patsy Cline Willie Nelson Charlie Pride
This place ain't just someplace it's like
Lone road
Long way to go
We're on a lone road
Long way to go
Yea we on the road again
Got my Willie Nelson blend
Blazing with a couple friends
A wild
cap, I used to trap and now my business lit
Now I can't tell you, "Mind yo' business" 'cause my business is
Really on yo' mind, right where your fitted
1. Well, how do you do, Private William McBride,
Do you mind if I sit down here by your graveside?
And rest for awhile in the warm summer sun,
I've
Like An Old Photograph
We had a lot of Colorado beers
listening to Willie Nelson,
bringing us damn near to tears
in your old room with a picture
Thought they wanted gold, thought they wanted shine
Thought they wanted radio, bitch make up your mind
(Yeah ho)
All this attention, I don't even know
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