Lyrics:
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Skeemi, I don't think you niggas get the filters
Switch on your photo edit, skeemi bona
It's about the figures
Yeah, the dough
the radio blastin'
Hit the honky tonk for a little close dancin'
What was I thinkin'?
Oh, I knew there'd be hell to pay
But that crossed my mind a little
But every hour I cut to earn it was worth it
Hell, yeah, those were the good days
Driving by my own rules
Well, I crowned myself the king
stuff up, y'all feel good?
Yo, what the hell y'all wanna do, Syndicate, tonight, what you wanna do?
(Party!)
Randy Mac in the place to be, what you
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
Oh yeah by the way literally every clean version of a song
I'm ever gonna make ever is gonna have a meme in it so in it so in it so
Half Nationwide choose ballistics
Tragedy no sense can be found
Brain splatter on the blood-soaked ground
Vain bullies, will yeah they chatter
Can't you
coming for the senators
I edit out the editors
Only way I'll lose is if I quite
An I'll never quite cause bit by bit
I'm getting closer to a hit
Stopped
pitiful, awful This world is needing Jesus, it's on both knees and
Off the scale, yeah split the Richter, now a born Mrs. wanna say they a Mr.
Now they just
gotta a problem
You can find out why they call me Thompson
Hip bones swingin on the dot
Keep it jiggy
A lotta pissed off little squads
Yeah no biggie
I
B.O.M.B uh
B.O.M.B, Ryan Rev, Palm Pact aye
Yeah you know exactly who it is
When you hear me pulling up you know exactly who it is
Only come around
Double vision in two snow globes,
trouble wearing the kings yellow robes,
Still shaking rain as the bridge rose,
day trip to Asgard yeah
Hold it up
selling Cain
Back in hell for the revolution
Me and my people 'bout to start a riot
When in public don't yell my music
Man this the type of shit to get you
Lonely
Can't nobody own me
Gave up on myself so now I'm focused on the only
Thing that I could use as a distraction, yeah, the shows
And the ho's, G,
With the sunset low
Miles to go
Yeah
At a new party
Sippin Bacardi
You'd think I'd
Know by now
With the sight of you
Melt down
To just get the hell out
my head and my woman by my side
Tail-pipe's poppin', the radio's rockin', "Country boy can survive"
If you got a problem with that, ha, ha, you can
my head and my woman by my side
Tail-pipe's poppin', the radio's rockin', "Country boy can survive"
If you got a problem with that, ha, ha, you can
see me flying by) Ya see the jewelry truck, don't touch
Yeah, yeah, come on, when I'm in the streets
Might show you the heat (look, flying straight
the radio blastin'
Hit the honky tonk for a little close dancin'
What was I thinkin'?
Oh, I knew there'd be hell to pay
But that crossed my mind a little
go to hell
So I live my life by decree, that
Ima call it out wherever I see, that
That these bastards
Them be lying to you, uh
That these hypocrites
Be
Alanis Morrisette
From audio cassette
One week had an upset
For radio plays met
By a broke bitch better yet
No hands in her pocket, bet
You oughta
Went to Carvel to get a milk shake
This honey ripped me off for all my loot cakes
The car oh yeah there's money in my jacket
Somebody broke into
my head and my woman by my side
Tail-pipe's poppin', the radio's rockin', "Country boy can survive"
If you got a problem with that, ha, ha, you can
on TV
And that little town
That kept you down
Is where you want to be
Yeah I'm one of you
Yeah I'm one of you
No your not by yourself
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