Lyrics:
these bad times I'm going through just dance
Got canned heat in my heels tonight, baby, woo-oh
I feel the thunder see the lightning
I know this
Canned laughter
Rings in my ears the morning after
Canned laughter
Would cans save a big disaster?
Spreads around the room like a tumor
I'm not
these bad times I'm going through just dance
Got canned heat in my heels tonight, baby, woo-oh
I feel the thunder see the lightning
I know this
I'm going through just dance
Got canned heat in my heels tonight, baby
I feel the thunder, see the lightning
I know this anger's heaven sent
So
I'm going through just dance
Got canned heat in my heels tonight, baby
I feel the thunder, see the lightning
I know this anger's heaven sent
So
Crying, canned heat, canned heat, mama, crying, sure, Lord, killing me.
Crying, canned heat, mama, sure, Lord killing me.
Takes alcorub to take
just dance
got canned heat in my heels tonight, baby
i feel the thunder, see the lightning
i know this anger's heaven sent
so ive got to hang out all my
going through just dance
Got canned heat in my heals tonight, baby
I feel the thunder, see the lightning
I know this anger's heaven sent
So I've got
deserve it
Boxes of canned beans
EBT means-tested and FDA approved
Cut my wrist on that big old
Slab of beanny metal buddy
Its time to bleed these
Crying, canned heat, canned heat, mama, crying, sure, Lord, killing me.
Crying, canned heat, mama, sure, Lord killing me.
Takes alcorub to take
Pre-flight delight
Defaced street lights
A pyramid mind fuck
Don't leave your seats now
Popcorn everywhere, canned
Cliche people organs rare
these bad times I'm going through just dance
Got canned heat in my heels tonight, baby, woo-oh
I feel the thunder see the lightning
I know this
these bad times I'm going through just dance
Got canned heat in my heels tonight, baby, woo-oh
I feel the thunder see the lightning
I know this
Canned on a Conference Call Kevin Ingram/Matt Ringer
Sixteen years, we had a ball/ Until one Monday we took the fall Dialed it up and they said
all these bitches at my place but none at yall's
You suckin' on a meatball, stab you in the eyeball
You won't see my downfall
You just a canned ham, yo
In this rap, I'm condensed milk, Protein powder for your mental health
That canned food when hunger pains don't sit well
Let me simmer this, maybe
Gonna start a fire
Gonna cook me up a batch of Uncle Fuzzy's
Cardboard smoked canned ham
Then comes walkin' Old Hippy Billy
Says, no, no, no, no
Can't be
bamboo
Tracks never get old, ugh canned food
Okay mans too clean, suds on him like he be shampoo
Brand new whip and there's nothing that you can do
I plan
Can you feel it
Goldhous Nd we got canned heat
Nice guys but this shit ain’t sweet
Two cups fill em up with drink
Same thing that we did last week
[G7](C) Canned music, canned music, playing on the radio [C?] [G7] Canned music, canned music, with out a doubt it
Canned Champagne
feel it pumping up through my veins
Canned Champagne
I don't think I'll ever be the same
Bottle me up, won't you drink me down
to canned food
Everyone wanna be jelly fam
But what happens when they jam you
They fed up with us for taking a stance
But I ain't going back to canned food
and breathe
I don't even wanna try
I don't even wanna try
I slowly shuffle aside
Gimme a drag of that cigarette
And warm canned beer
Till I unlearn the alphabet
Canned Bread is a piece of fucking shit
And I want him to choke on a fucking dick
I want Canned Bread to fucking die
And I mean for real this time
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