Lyrics:
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feelin like J.J., I'm standin in the food bank line
My momma was ridin on the bus tryna get to work
Early in the morn', it's cold and her knees hurt
Mississippi, they want me in Old Cheyenne
Wherever you may look tonight, you will see this wanted man
I might be in Colorado or Georgia by the sea
Working
Mississippi, they want me in Old Cheyenne
Wherever you may look tonight, you will see this wanted man
I might be in Colorado or Georgia by the sea
Working
up and shoot like J.J. Reddick
Put on my boot I think I'm ready
Which one of you niggas wanna g get it?
Keepin yo head up but your beheaded uh oh
specialize in misconstruin'
We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doin'?
Foolin' ourselves, clownin' ourselves, playin' ourselves
By not bein'
specialize in misconstruin'
We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doin'?
Foolin' ourselves, clownin' ourselves, playin' ourselves
By not bein'
was coming
It took me by surprise
Again.
And I hear you're in
San Francisco
Living with your sister
Who's a mother to be.
And her husband's way
Catfish fried up, Dirty South fed
Sleep in a cot'-picking Dirty South bed
Dirty South girls gimme Dirty South head
Hand me down flip-flops, hand me down
JJ Reddick
Put on my boot, I think I'm ready
Which one of you niggas? One of you get it
Keep your head up or you're beheaded, uh-oh
Fearless is my
Ooh let’s just stay in bed
I don’t wanna wake up in my head
With the lights on and the right song
I could feel like I’m better off dead
Guess this
Order
Knock it down like Georgia Stone
As one we must defeat The Club Of Rome
Stay strong together
We are more than we could ever be apart
Pick your head
to Texas up to Washington
Then headin' home to wash some clothes and do it all again
Gotta head to Chattanooga, Knoxville, and to VA
To by god West
to Magic City and the girls dance naked
I'm somewhat of a hero by the way I rap
But I'm living like an Oak town mack
I'm in the house y'all, I'm like
by the courts and keep comin'
Dummy, just embracing the dope like it's a woman
You burnin' both sides of the rope and keep pullin'
Tuggin', in
John slowsilver03
Trial
Sticks by my side, I got another one
Heard my brothers had no blicks so
I went and got 'em one
Too much of these tricks
I
Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian
Standin' over by the door
Fell in love with a Chocktaw maid
Over in the Georgia store
Kaw-Liga, ooh
Standin'
head in mine
She tried to make me bleed by the rattlings of her tongue
The sun would never, never shine
I pawned my sword and I pawned my chain
Well I
immersed in the flames
People cursin' my name, the person that I became
Is someone who can get burnt but not be hurt by the pain
But I ain't gon' lie
The rest can sleep in the shed
Down by the dock on Georgia Bay
Waiting on a sunny day
Almost the 24th of May
Waiting on a sunny day
I hope this rain fucks
read)
seven deep in the jeep with the camel top,
everybody and they drunk as hell,
?? and awesome dre and anybody by the right would see us
(cause we
gone to Jacksonville, Georgia
But after holdin' you all night, I wanna
'Cause this ain't a margarita, can I get your number
"Meet me by the water"
a bulletproof vest
Straight mobbin in Killassimmee with a Tennessee vet, if D don't trust
You i'm gon touch you STILL might aim at your head
If she don't trust
Unemployment said I got no more checks
and they showed me to the hall
my brother died in Georgia some time ago
I got no one left to call
Summer wasn't bad
Unemployment said I got no more checks
And they showed me to the hall
My brother died in Georgia some time ago
I got no one left to call
Summer wasn't bad
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