Lyrics:
Before I check the mic (check, check, one, two)
I give it an extra swipe with a Lysol disinfectant wipe (good evening)
Coronavirus in effect
Fellow compatriots, the madam speaking
All assembled in this sitting
Let's address and begin with, the Genesis in Eden
The big question, is that tree
leave when i wanted and I never got caught
Sleeping out on the field
In the back of my truck
Breaking into the bars
Steal the beer and getting
a dirty scene, in a hotel
Manufactured, distribution while you keep on douchein
We'll make you a star, we'll film tonight, at this bar
Two hundred
with her feet in the hall
She'll give you a slap when you need a pinch
Weighs more by the foot than she does by the inch
She's a real beauty
A real cutie
ain't our kind of bar
Let's just go on out and get back in the car
'Cause there's gonna be trouble
Ain't no sense in taking a chance
We was getting up
Intersection, I'm living large sitting in a mansion
One little Indian smoking in a tree
R-I-P-P-I-N-G
One little Indian smoking in a tree
R-I-P-P-I-N-G
One
the eye when they Tennessee Waltz on by?
Ain't that a blow to the head?
You could pretty near pass for dead, sittin' there in a trance
Watchin' all
have been asking for more
My level in music is higher than ever before
Producing these records like my name is Tay Keith
Putting in hours knowing their
Big bird sitting in the snow
Frozen metal waiting to go
I’m stuck here on the ground
You just let me down
I don’t like this town anymore
Airport bar
livin',
And anybody else that died in the struggle,
And anybody else behind bars cause they hustle.
[Chorus: x2]
I'm doin this one for the thugs,
DJ Clue
Desert Storm (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Vegas Jones
Roc Nation
The new generation
Let's go
The Roc Boys in the buildin'
on
On the couch, on the table, on the bar
Or on the floor
You can meet me in the bathroom, yeah
You know I'm trained to go
Might as well give me a kiss
If we keep
nothing about doing dirt
Sitting up, six months in the spot, on the block, losing work
I been there, any part of the game you name
I done did it, even
I'm stuck here in Kansas with nothin' but my soul
But I'm stuck here in Kansas with nothin' but my soul
Words and Music by Keith Curtis
a few loose, then I seen that I grew
I ain't in the mood, baby, no, it's not you
We can get a room, you come over by 2
You ever seen the world from
Travels towards the first pub
Marian arrives in the
First bar a seedy cavernous place
That has only a
Few stragglers in it she approaches a man)
Can you
Every other girl you ever see with a nigga man
Pretty face sitting by the bar with a cigar mahn
Eat am and go
And act like a bigger man
Ok my chic is
and full of pride
Moving in the flesh starved my spirit
I was really sick even at the church visits
Sitting in the crowd like how many minutes
Like I'm
stink like all of the green
Had to block all your calls
Had to stall
So appalled by the freaks
Had to crawl out the bar to the dark
Fight em off with
with incredible bars, I'm a Bruce Way newer than Lou Ferrigno
Force you in the corner before you blackout you gon' lose at bingo
Joe be eyeing
Steady, there's no skills down here
So there, you little punk sitting in your chair
Soon you're gonna know the score kids, I swear
(Ain't you
his name.
for heals, he saves, he is the way.
Produced By: MrCligarillo
Written By: Keith Keahey
Recorded and Mixed at: Street Legal Studios,
them 3, to come up here wit me
So I can put em where they 'pose to be
One at the head, one in the middle
And one down by my feet, she keep ticklin'
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