Lyrics:
they get is lonely
Turn your love around
Don't you turn me down
I can show you how
Turn your love around
Oh girl you know me
I'm alone
know they fucked up before the body hit the ground
Every time we turn around
Got another Mike Brown
Police know they fucked up
Every time we turn
Turned into a pilot in that fight or flight mode
Raised up in America where dreams are bought and sold
For the cheap for the low got their visa so they
impeded in your head! You're dead on contact
The headline in the post the next day reads, "Man killed by best friend"
People cut the article out and they
live where Bigfoot does
That's why I go beast mode
And they ain't gonna catch me
Camera man too slow to be redneck'r than me
There ain't no loophole
Look at where we're going
Tell me what can I say
We're tracing our footsteps
We're going the same way
Madeline
Here we go around again
You know it, I
they were walkin' by
"Girl, what's happenin'? Girl what's happenin'?"
I ain't really 'bout to get involved that's what's happenin'
Errything I knew
fun, have fun have, have, have fun
Yo, yo, I'm up, out, moving all about
It's Saturday again? Eheh, no doubt
Where's my skate key? Yo where's my skates?
Lambo doors, she ain't ever seen before
Top floor in condos
Pull up wearin' red rose gold
Pourin' lean by the 4, bad bitches at my show
Turn up, turn
I've heard there comes a time in every person's life
Where they must take a stand and fight for what is right
And for us, Garfeld, the time is now
it, six gun, weighin' a ton,
10 paces and turn, just for fun, son,
Up till sundown, rolling around,
See where the bad guys ought to be found and make
and Jim said it actually is Bill Evans
And thank God they were here to tell me this, thank Evans
Or I would have released this beautiful song
And someone
a Stutz Bearcat, Jim
Those were different times
They studied rows of verse
And all the ladies rolled their eyes
Sweet Jane, sweet Jane, sweet Jane
Pull from deep like curry and we letting off like thirty shots
I got a couple savages riding round while they toting chops
Still connot stop for no
that shit
We got toasters in the whip
I got fiends at the door
I be trapping like a bitch
I got workers by the store
They be packing thirty clips
skint; but I'll happily steal one from OPM if you
want. This is a complete ramble by the way, and I think that when
Household Name hear this, they'll be
paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a trail
But then they took him to the jailhouse
Where they try to turn
it, six gun, weighin' a ton,
10 paces and turn, just for fun, son,
Up till sundown, rolling around,
See where the bad guys ought to be found and make
ya got 'em"
The filters the best part, that's where they put the heroine
Only us real good smokers know that fucking secret
Yeah, we tried to be
a Stutz Bearcat, Jim
Those were different times
They studied rows of verse
And all the ladies rolled their eyes
Sweet Jane, sweet Jane, sweet Jane
Bearcat, Jim
Those were different times
They studied rules of verse
And those ladies - they rolled their eyes
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
I die
They do
Somewhere they do
I have this wonderful dream where I...
I die
Someone else's strife
They do
I die
I lie awake and I wait for this
a byrd they get busy
Fuck the phone getthe word by mouth
When the winter roll around no byrds fly south
Fuck the cops got hella folks in prison
Hand over
mommas
(Where's the love)
I think they all distracted by the drama and
Attracted to the trauma, mamma
(Where's the love)
I think they don't understand
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