Lyrics:
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
here flossin', Big Willies, we Willie Lynch 'em
Pull out the chopper, rappers hittin' the ground
Like every bar is a bullet, when I pull it, it sound
this country
And they'll tell you not to listen to this here song
And that far-off sound of freedom's
Gonna be an echo from the past
And the final tune
to listen to Hank Williams try
To live out all his songs
Yeah, I've been around them cowboys
I grew up in Tennessee
I ain't just part of that country
'cause
listen up, I'll spit some fire
Talking 'bout hacking, it's my desire
KiwiBot's in my sight, gonna take it down
With Anonymous by my side, we'll wear
must come around
But there ain't no songs like that today, so
Here's a song that I'm dusting off for you
Dad he used to listen to them
Lonesome country
way out"
From the pages of the Cress Theory
I know you hear me
If you out there, listen up, yeah
I know you feel me
Do I look suspicious on this track
Whenever this world starts gettin' me down
Holden' me back, makin' me frown
I need some music from guitar Town
Come on play me a country song
George
from the Iron Maiden song Virus.
Interviewer: Well... Where are you coming from?
Blaise Bailey Finnegan III: (pause) Well... I don't like the way
She would listen
To the songs through
They were
Seven or eight minutes long
And boring as shit
But she said
I should keep making stuff
And she was so
boots
That you got from your record label's image group
Sing another man's song with a big drum loop
Listen, son, you ain't got a clue
You can't buy
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
a beautiful country
Very special country
A very diverse Country
And by the way
This government has fought for every person who lives in it
Black, white,
Well we're comin' to your city
Gonna play our guitars and sing you a country song
We'll all be flyin' higher than a jet air liner
And if you want
Well we're comin' to your city
Gonna play our guitars and sing you a country song
We'll all be flyin' higher than a jet air liner
And if you want
close your eyes"
Now it's Pharrell's turn to
Spin a track-in-progress
They listen, bobbing their heads slightly
Occasionally both bursting into song
When
Someone tell the story
Someone sing the song
Every now and then
The country
Goes a little wrong
Every now and then
A madman's
Bound to come
Well we're comin' to your city
Gonna play our guitars and sing you a country song
We'll all be flyin' higher than a jet air liner
And if you want
cry, by my side.
I wrote a song about a man
who’s cheating, and one about a playing wife.
I wrote a song about dying,
and one about a useless life.
Cause
Horseback riding and a silver spur
Riding under stars and a man on the moon
Whistling a song 'bout love back home
This is my Country - that's what I
where a new idea or an
old one in new form, is accepted by a minority,
while the majority is shouting treason,
rubbish, cook, communist, anarchist,
music, I’d say
I absolutely hate modern songs
But God guided me to listen to yours
Imagine how hard it was to God
I’m from Russia
And don’t even know
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
I don't know why the sun don't shine
Just listen to my music all the time
And I don't know why people pass me by
Just to sitting here singing my song
_(cropped).jpg/226px-Claire_Lynch_(30361323857)_(cropped).jpg "Claire Lynch")
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