Lyrics:
Deep in the back roads of Grapevine Texas
In a dark humid basement with flickering lights
The keyboard is moist from the Sweat off his brow
A bevvy
strong enough
I might hurt your feelings
My feelings already hurt by bein' here with you
Well, I was walking down the street with your girl the other
strong enough
I might hurt your feelings
My feelings already hurt by bein' here with you
Well, I was walking down the street with your girl the other
visualize and my body paralyzed
As he smiled at me I said
Hey boy would you enjoy sittin' next to me in your corduroys?
I'm from Texas my girl is from
Bonnie
You're from parts of Texas
Where they don't even read
Yet they know your name
Without knowing your pain
And all the fools that you waste
They
now
You keep us on the run
Jack Straw from Wichita cut his buddy down
Dug for him a shallow grave
And laid his body down
Half a mile from Tucson by
[Lady]
You have a call from an inmate in a correctional facility
Inmate, state your name (Darren)
This phone call may be monitored and recorded
just caught a case
Not from "texa-mase", from gettin' funky like a staircase
[Chorus: x2]
(LL Cool J)
Yeah, what a scene, pullin' a Tech
With
This was the first blues I ever learnt from
Bob Wells and the Texas Playboys
called the Milk Cow Blues
Yeah
Well I did woke up this mornin'
hands are calloused July to July
I use a Big Dipper to navigate by
Fight off the wolves who drink from my well
So I have to be mean as hell
that Clue
But down in Texas the changer, ain't never changing from Screw
Seen the slugs that you spittin' at me, I mean the slugs that you missin'
From east side of Texas
I go by the name of WeB
All about my greens and blues
While these fuck niggas still in the red
Anti social, don't fuck wit
my side
Been scraping by but still I thrive, the finest whip, I got the keys to drive
Holy Spirit protected, cross country trip to Texas
Left my state
Produced by Scott Storch
The effort I'm gone put forth
I'm ma blaze a track like a human torch
H-Town's my stomping ground
A legend from the underground
You
Gettin' out of that old dust bowl
They think they're goin' to a sugar bowl
But here's what they find
Now, the police at the port of entry say
"You're number
I want some female email
I get my lovin' online
Don't care if you're from Texas
Or here in Caroline
Just bundle up a selfie
With some words sweet
You are from my past life
Hope you're doin' well, bruh
I been out here head first
Always like the head first
Signal comin' in and out
Hope you're
You have a call from an inmate in a correctional facility
Inmate, state your name, Darren
This phone call may be monitored and recorded
Press 3 if
dreaming
And thinking about the life we could have
Yeah but you're back home in Texas,
And I'm wondering when's the next time I get to hold you
I just
niggas
That you knew from back when, when you was clocking minor figures
Now they heard you're blowing up like nitro
And they wanna stick the knife
niggas
That you knew from back when, when you was clocking minor figures
Now they heard you're blowing up like nitro
And they wanna stick the knife
will raise you right my Knigge
I speak from light so get your mind enlightened Knigge
The dark twisted blind are Men of bad intentions Knigge
Leading
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
Korean pin-up black ink tattooed forearms from the war
He won a purple heart medal, but never heard him peddle, the killin' he did with the Corps
So they
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