Lyrics:
Gadsden, Alabama
My name is Wayne, I'm from Alabama
Here's the back story
I just fell off the turnip truck with Ernest Tubb
I'm 33, I've got 3 kids
I got a story to tell, you know I cherish thee
Hope it ain't too many feelings involved
I see niggas in this bitch, stuntin', popping bottles
I got a story to tell, you know that I cherish these
Hope it ain't too many feelings involved
I see niggas in this bitch
Stuntin', poppin'
Grabbed that bitch by her hair
Drug her across the ground
And took her up to the highest diving board and tossed her down
Sorry coach, its too late
I'm gone to Detox Mansion
Way down on Last Breath Farm
I've been rakin' leaves with Liza
Me and Liz clean up the yard
Hey!
Left my home in
I'm gone to Detox Mansion
Way down on Last Breath Farm
I've been rakin' leaves with Liza
Me and Liz clean up the yard
Hey!
Left my home in
story
But it's true and it happened
Our team started showing up
Back to the cabin
The joy that we felt in those moments
Was surreal
Knowing that they
you got a chop get in the field, do it by your lonely
We ain't going back and forth with you niggas
We ain't jump off the porch with you niggas
We ain't
and I'm wanting mo
The teller know me by my name I ain't fronting hoe
My numbers goin' up no nobody harder
I'm ending my night in somebody's daughter
You
by family for stealing then tried to run Saying youre victim go ahead take it farther
Saying you thought you was gonna die guess that blow should've
at the table, the cork twist
I'm studied like a book by many
They give me looks of envy, I took the Bentley
White chick like Liz Taylor might get the Bentayga
no more
After I tell this story, I gotta kill who I told
Okay, his new package had came in
Had the whole house stankin'
Traphouse doorbell ringin'
Made it by the skin of my teeth, thank God
'03, mama rockin' Liz Claiborne
Had her stressin' up the wall playin' Mary J. songs
Rainy day came,
bends back north
The air grew heavy and the wind grew still
The fog came down on wilsons mill
We all knew not to play by the well
By the stories passed
These the stories
Some don’t live to tell
I wrote this shit in Braille Braille
I really did by the way
I ain’t write this
I wrote this shit in Braille
been around the world in and out of hotels
Now I'm finally off tour I got some stories to tell
It all started with Mel my first time doin' it
Nervous,
we can act, like it's okay
Bum a smoke on the porch, be there one day
We'll be alright, with the time,
In the rest of our lives
Fly by, can't decide,
at the diner
Listening to stories being told by an old timer
And another with funny one liners yeah
that's how were living in my small town
Sunday dinner
First off the porch probably by the age of ten
Lord knows how many times it happened back up then
And every morning, gotta wake up, gotta try
'Cause
get up out my pride
I was thinking bout them karmas skipping school to get high
Momma had to jug to pay rent and get by
Hopped up of the porch I had my
sampler
Turn up tha Clarion wit tha stelly on
She wit me cuz i am tha champion
Its the same ol' story tho
Nigga died cuz he fucked wit tha wrong hoe
Its
second ward offa Sherman
That was back when niggas jammin to Pee Wee Herman
Smokin with my teacher but not the preacher
I remember fuckin Liz
and undeniable clarity
Because your family is everything growing old with my wife Liz
Telling stories of roads traveled as guidance to our kids
In hopes they
You know the story; it's the truth; love's the proof
If you keep on rocking long as it keeps raining
Back and forth on your porch
Just keep
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