Lyrics:
False news and fake news
I had sex with a flight attendant from Idaho (Idaho)
Unintendent who's that hoe
I don't remember anybody by that name (yeah)
You wanna get rich
Sell the whole thing thats how you get lit
Pop up at yo graduation clapping how this switch hit
Bitch shit know you niggas tired
you do the same?
Back at the hotel
Lord we got such a mess
It seems that one of the crew
Had a go with one of the guests, oh yes
Well, the police
they use for sex
You got me climbing all the bedrocks, Singapore
You got me calling you a country, Idaho
You got me bustin' bust out bust out of this
though I get it pronto
Go back and forth with a Italian reminding them I'm Americano
Do you like the cowboys
With a lasso
Running circles
Stay on track
get back another time before I die
And as he turned the other way
I thought of you again one more time
And then I tried to go to sleep
Cause I
Get my people out them chains nigga
I mean handcuffs, time to man up
Put my hands up? Fuck you sayin' bruh
'Cause I'm a black man, in a Phantom
Or is
This IRISH ITALIAN G stalks on Insta his HS CRUSH
She knows who she is after she see's this she will blush!
Too bad you're stuck at Boise State in Idaho
you a million different ways
Downplayed the scene when I'm around bad chicks
Hand the ball to the back and I still pick 6
Wifey can't take a joke, get
no scrub hanging out the whip
Uh
Well how low can you go
Keep it on the 'flo six below you already know
Get it how I live and I'm so sick I need
(Hello Hello Hello)
You a bummy ass boy
Silk to corduroy
Idaho to Illinois
Watchu saying Playboi (Huh)
Dead men walking
Listen up when I’m talking
Old Red came out with his head on the ground
His back hooves were touching his nose
Tryin' to get rid of the man on his back
But the man went
never sees
Painting houses, selling everything he owns on eBay
Billy said Ronnie we should get back on the road
But Ronnie, he's just sitting around
only tell her what she need to know
Wanna have you close, few her out to LA straight from Idaho
And that's the way it goes, you be all on my mind with
Seems like 10 years ago
Lord today my mind is slow
Me and Mickey Craig was running west from Idaho
Robbed a bank to get some bread
Seems like 15 men
on it, get down on it
How you gonna do it if you really don't wanna dance
By standing on the wall?
(Get your back up off the wall) tell me
How you
nigga Chuck
I'll help you roll around, and shoot these bitches up
Then it's back to the cut for some drinkin and pissin
'Face tell these niggaz how we
Never made it over the wall
I'll miss you Idaho
But I'm leaving for somewhere less cold
I hope when I get there
They'll say welcome home
I'll be
not the same
I need to get back my sanity
It's a scramble to the top spot
Living like a pop rock
Crackling and hustling
It's a scramble to the top spot
I was working at the railroad
On the train to Arkansas
Last summer I met a girl,
She came from nowhere in Idaho
I can't get, no no no,
Just
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
American between tears."
"Arnie" she said to me, "Will you turn down the radio.
You haven't slept a wink since we came to Havana
When're you gonna get
you gone die today, if we catch you uh huh
Bitch I'm with Jasiah he my slatt, you gone die if you don't get back bitch
Get back, get back
(Get back
and none of my own.
Whoopee ti yi yo, get along, little doggie. You know that Wyoming will be your new home. (Chorus)
It's early in the spring when they
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