Lyrics:
Anything I hop on is blue flames
Ya
You know what the name is
Ain't feeling it
Then go jump off a cliff
Doing me, cause who tf cares
Ain't nobody
a small town and a Saturday night
Blue jean babies in the full moonlight
Tip back your Dixie, howl at the stars
Every time you hear that sly guitar
And your
a small town and a Saturday night
Blue jean babies in the full moonlight
Tip back your Dixie, howl at the stars
Every time you hear that sly guitar
And your
record on the shelve (Oh)
Would you blow me off and play me like everybody else,
If I ask you to scratch my back, could you manage that? (Uh)
Like it
get two tries
Die if you try to
You trippin' like a gangsta that's
Piru wearin' sky blue
I know a guy who hand missin'
Before a gram of rock to use
kill you heads up
Don't get to close you better back up
Don't think I'm too nice don't get it mixed up
If I came back would you let me stay
Why do it
jump to conclusions
I came back your ass was on the moon
Planted seeds I rooted for you
You my lil summer bloom
You know chiropractic soul reaching
casket 'cause the smoke I
Spit will give you lung damage
If you wanna come and grab what I'm grabbin'
You'll have to lift weights and wait
'Cause
There's a moonshine party right up the street
I think I'll swing by and take a peek
I see a blue-eyed blonde girl starin' at me
She walk right over
Get thrown in the mix
And get tossed outta bars
Zip to Tijuana
I wanna roam
Find Motown, tell them fools to come back home
Start an escort
And pockets say they all mine
No matter what type of danger may befall
If the price is right
All you gotta do is make the call
But don't be the enemy Saul
the city looking
Back, you can actually
Pinpoint this transition, the very moment
Meek realized he could do this
Forever: he marked it
By cutting his hair
on the Mexican I-Oh radio radio radio radio
Now daddy come first and daddy come next
Daddy represent that Screwston, Tex
Silly punks jealous of the S-P-Mex
on the Mexican I-Oh radio radio radio radio
Now daddy come first and daddy come next
Daddy represent that Screwston, Tex
Silly punks jealous of the S-P-Mex
come at Neo, those are
Opinions, that’s perception
That’s tradition attacking people
From every which
Angle possible if you have a
Focus wide and master
Daddi with a "I" girl you're doin'
everything by the book Nate Dogg tell 'em how she looked
Nate:
Girl ya lookin' fine so fine I wonder if you'd like
this time
But if I catch you again, I'm gonna slap you in the county jail"
We said, "Thank you sir, you sure been nice
And you ain't gonna have
forgot to
When it's said to you, look where you're heading to
Blue take it over, I'm back to the edit room
Uh, fuck a phone screen
Let me go ahead and do
don't live in lies huh
Say what you feel inside
A problem shared is a problem solved
Come talk to your mandem you know we fam
When we get that bag promise
celebrate
I - found myself thinkin' boutchu
I found myself thinkin' about you
Drunk on despair don’t even know if you care
Contemplating whether I can live
its cover, but you can judge a country boy by his truck
If there's horns in the back, there's a gun in the front
If there's dents on the side, he
behind bars
Beef ain't the Summer Jam for Hot 97
Beef is the cocaine and AIDS epidemic
Beef don't come with a radio edit
Beef is when the judge is
radio
Or was it just the wind whistling by the castle window
No one knows if the mysterious Pied Piper of Night
Was the one who came back to visit
back, get forward, get raised, get lowered
Do some extreme shit, keep from bein' bored
Now it's double up, hoes come a nickel a dozen
They get hot
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