Lyrics:
body bitch
Hide quick I got your zip code
Don't be problematic and complain about your problems
You was sittin round like a bitch when I solved em
Bitch
Hank, let's talk about your daddy
Tell me how your mama loved that man
Well, just break out a bottle, hoss
I'll tell you bout the driftin' cowboy
Hank let's talk about your daddy tell me how your mama loved that man
Well just break out a bottle hoss I'll tell you bout the driftin' cowboy band
I know what you're thinking about...
I know what you're thinking about...
I know what you're thinking about at work...
I know what you're thinking
Frustrated, I know it hurts
But you just makin’ it worse
Confidence is key
Pick it up piece by piece
Your come up don’t have to do with speed
Success don’t
of the summertime shinin' on you
I remember every mile, yeah, you drove me wild
Baby, and the way it felt like nothing else
It's true, girl, I think about you
Took a couple edibles, I'm flying into space
I can't even think straight, and I'm about to faint
But Babe I'll beat it up cause I'm a devil not a saint
I
and get wrecked
Bounce your weapons
Get down
And forget about the weather
And let down your hair
And let's get wild
You better get down
Rock your body
Get
of a different life
You say you wanna make me smile
And see my wild side
If we don't leave town now
We're never gonna get out of here alive
I'm walkin' home from
the trench god bless
If i sent you a text then you better reply
I've been losing myself i've been gone for a while
Rolling a splyf that's how i get by
Got no
drop those
Tell me what you know about this life that we got so cut-throat?
Uh
This the wild wild west
While all ya'll rest
We putting in the work
Ya'll
villain
If we gon' leave like one day, what's the point of us living
I've been round, round clutching, you know I'm up to something
I say, it's a wild
on every day
And your daddy's still the monkey on your back
Did you find all you thought you'd find out in the wild, wild west?
You took a little piece
what I'm tellin' you (that's what I'm tellin' you)
That's what I'm tellin' you (that's what I'm tellin' you)
I'll let you wild out in a foreign car
High tide, mid afternoon
People fly by, in the traffics boom
Knowing, just where you're blowing
Getting to where you should be going
Don't let
pretty head about this
Me and Saint Jack K never had too much to say
It's easy driving with your feet
With some good ol' girl in the passenger seat
drives the women crazy
And that's all you need to
Know about rock and roll
Well you could not imagine the
Shape my head was in
I took me a walk down by
I’m still the same not much has changed
Even if you looking at me different, I’ma look at you the same
I’m still a saint, at least I think
Even if I
(Yea)
Met you once dont know you like that
I aint gon bring the pipe back
New girl she think ima wife that
Saint Laurent yea it cost a whole rack
Old
High tide, mid afternoon
People fly by, in the traffics boom
Knowing, just where you are blowing
Getting to where you should be going
don't let
peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?"
"Sire, he lives a good league hence,
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint
Motherfuckers
Say that I'm foolish I only talk about jewels (bling bling)
Do you fools listen to music or do you just skim through it?
See I'm
our pain is the same
Why can't we get shit arranged to bring about real change
Because we may not be shackled down by real chains
But mental
Well, I'm fresh
'Cause I'm the best
And I get wild
When I'm row'
I never get passed by
'Cause I'm fly
And I'm a put you on hold
'Cause
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