Lyrics:
face
That new americana
Her messed up beauty really wrecked my brain
All these drugs look good on you on the night train
She licks her lips, been digging
your fuckin', get your feet off my fuckin' table nigga!
Fuck you think you at home, with your cheap fur on?
Shit look like it 'bout to bite somethin'
Ride as my jabos, cocked my straps watcha back
You know where you at? You in urban combat
So stay alert, use the attack of the tactical expert
young Gs will grip, then blast
Have you tried in the street? Fuck findin' my feet
I could ride, but it's better when I'm ridin a beat
My emotions are
empty since my daddy wasn't with me, shoot,
I wasn't picky I'd take any male figure you
Stepped in at the right time,
It's 'cuz of you that I write rhymes
Lyrically, I'm drivin' drunk how I'm swervin'
In and out of genres, I ain't pop or urban
I'm my own category, you can
Call that shit purpose, listen
I need
She's not dressed properly
She's always wearin' jeans and this is a company
Where you wear dresses and you look neat and come in
With your
wookie
Was it my singin???
You look so much like your daddy
Ha ha
Who's your daddy?
No I'm just kiddin'
I love you so very much
You want..
Uh come here
See,back then you didn't like me
I stayed in your path
See my name on a flyer
You giggle and laugh
Tell people I'm soft when I could really get off
In the industry
I don't give a fuck what you did
This is my house
Take off your shoes when you walk in my crib
Niggas talk crazy to Hitman
And I'm
Ahhh —
Ouuuu —
I’m fucked up
Off these thoughts of you
This liquor in my system got me wanting to —
Pour up a glass
Just for you
Matter fact, I
? Laughs You good? Aight?
Yo, chill bro!
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So Chaz, from Toro, one of
My favorite artists ever, there
Was this melody that I had
In my head
I know better but you're making me forget too
You remind me of James Dean, you look so good!
Mixed with Keith Urban, too Darn perfect!
You lock me
centuries.
As we look ahead in our uniquely American way, restless, bold, optimistic, and set our sights on a nation we know we can be and must be, I thank my
It went on forever, anyway, I finally unbuttoned my shirt, and said
"Look, look, I'm in this band, you know, I'm in this band you know
And we're
job but he had to pay a hundred dollar shoes
so i get my head ready cuz i know where i'm at
i got good sense and now i need thousand gats
cuz timess in
That's pretty dumb if you ask me
Why don't u show me how
U think you've got it good
Walking around
And giving up down
Kinda looks
Go on and sweet talk it
That's pretty dumb if you ask me
Why don't u show me how
U think you've got it good
Walking around
And giving up down
Kinda looks
Go on and sweet talk it
intro:
The sun is up, the milk is chilled, it's gonna be a good one, yo yo
Farmer 1
Yo I'm rolling in my Massey on a summer's day
Chugging cold
in a cafe offering home made dinners, it's good food, but your clothes come out smelling of grease I got my back to the rail at the end of the alley by
em up like Tay Keith
Might leave that boy hangin’ like he was a reef
All in the whip tryna find me like Nev
Lookin’ at me they starin’ yea
Stealing my
back from Hollywood
And I ain't changed a lick
Though, I know I probably should
But, what I'm doin' is not a good look
I never did it by the good
The way your lip looks after you apply the gloss
I love you girl girl
You look right in the screen and take it off off
See I cant wait till I get a little
don't even gotta use my gun to reply
You get punched in the eye punched in the eye
What is a tie oh you can blood finna fly
In this game it seems that
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