Lyrics:
life for god and for good
I don't know what to say except if you or your brothers or friends want to come visit
We have movies in our small chapel here
whom
Have I harmed by
What I've said? What moral defection
Have I suggested? No, i
Don't want to chicken out now come on, pal
The clock's running
Hasn't
joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits please
there's 5 more acres in the lower 40 i got to plow
mama said was a shame about billy joe
imma have to say I told ya
But all I got to say right now how I really feel is
Suicidal, all up in my head
I really like you but I’m married to my bed
ever have to look back
His daddy says, ain't they kinda close
Billy keeps their secret, hopes that no one knows that
They dream of places where nobody
got me framded!"
They called me the Reverend when I entered the Church unstained;
My employers have changed but the name has remained.
It all began
with it
… I probably wouldn't have ever gotten away with it
I built a
House made for sticks and stopped by it a rock
I built a
House made for sticks
on the side of you
Fucked up, but what the fuck am I to do?
I keep tellin' myself, keep doin' like you're doin'
No matter how many lives you ruin
It's for
year for Mary will have flown
Now billy kept what cattle his daddy could afford
Bouncing cross the cactus in a 1950 Ford
The cows were sick and skinny
on the bright suit Billy, head for the right side of town
It's only 8 o'clock but you're already bored
You don't know what it is but there's got to be more
You'd
turquoise vase and it holds a big bouquet
Son, I pray you never have to know what it's like to be so alone
I sit and watch the petals fall one by one every
Billy Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please
There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow
And mama said it was shame
rough rats
With potholes in em, fuck around and lose a hubcap
I represent broke niggas pushin Bamma's
Still got their shit chromed-out with the hammers
to realize what I told you when
I was 16? I was dead ass
Yo, what Vegas got me favored to win by?
It don't matter
I'm gonna cover the spread fast
You had a 16
"Well, Billy Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please"
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow"
And Mama said it was
again I
Would have gone to the Art Institute
Over the American Academy of Art
I would have researched where I could have
Got the best and the strongest
an astronaut
I remember bein' down bad
I ain't have a lot
Now I got crypto investments in comedy
Mean I'm literally the laughin'
(laugh in) stock matic pop
Let
to lose
What you have in the long run
Because you also lose the
Capacity to adapt to change trying
So hard to please people can actually end up
Pushing them
matter that this waste of time
Is what makes a life for you? hmmmmm?
I must plummet boldly
Forward
To my ultra-avant
Laminated,
Simulated
Replica-mahogany
"Well Billy Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please"
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow"
'N' Mama said it was
More than a mann
Bitch I’m a godd
I got a plan
(I’m a godd)
More than a mann
Bitch I’m a godd
I got a plan
(Where my respect?)
More than a mann
like
"You love to take the hardest way you don't
Always have to" But I don't know about
That it's like Billy Joel says in that
Song "Vienna" When
now you got your chance to be raw
So Billy yoked her up and grabbed the chick by the hair
And dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there
She
Ride—
I do this for my dogs now – what up flee!
Go hard or go home, well I ain't got keys
Ears on glow, neck on freeze
Make a sandwich when, I’m shopping
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