Lyrics:
gettin' high when I get low
Well, I left my soul out in the rain
Lord, what a price I've had to pay
Storms of life are washin' me away
An old mail
While off in the distance the smoke stacks
Were belching back this city's best answer
And the countryside was pocked
With all of those mail pouch
gettin' high when I get low
Well, I left my soul out in the rain
Lord, what a price I've had to pay
Storms of life are washin' me away
An old mail
tobacco from a mail pouch sack
Had an old dog that was trained to attack sometimes
He'd get drunk and mean as a rattlesnake
And there wasn't too much
and Jack Daniels black
Chewed tobacco from a mail pouch sack
And he had an old dog that was trained to attack sometimes
Why he'd get drunk and mean
tobacco from a mail pouch sack
Had an old dog that was trained to attack sometimes
He'd get drunk and mean as a rattlesnake
And there wasn't too much
Hey there little mail lady, you're so cute
With your little mail pouch and your little mail suit
I wish I was that letter stuffed up in your sack
what you think, we were only sorting."
But he was kissing on her and she had her hands in his mail pouch...
Tears fogged my vision, I felt a burning
creek bank
cnd that's home
Flag pole growing out of the flowers in the front yard
Mail pouch painted on the side of an old hay barn
cn old timer, doing
pussy was weak really feeling the drought
Send yo dogs after you they was playing as scouts
Send my check through the mail got enough in pouch
Bitch I
foreign, not the Chevelle (not the Chevelle, hah, huh)
Yeah, yeah, I got my drip out the mail (drip out the mail)
This ship ain't going on sale (on sale)
hunnid for zip on the knee
Me and QB
You wouldn't beleive what we made every week
I plot in the D Detriot
They mail me three moves every week
Load up today
an unidentified white male
I put some skippy on his lips then took his epi-pen for the black mail
I love abusing Valium cuz I'm more lonely than a blue whale
I'm
In the early morning
While people are still sleeping
I'm sorting out the mail
Many sizes colours and shapes
To delivery to the customers
In my red
asleep
Rest in Peace to my guys
Never saw this day now
I feel like I'm Chance
Cz I'm a rapper
That you hear on the daily
Get your mail
I feel you baby
I
sentenced So many lied I no longer ListenOnly way I can you is from a distance Getting mail the only way I was reminiscing They thought I would fail kept my
shit)
Growing up, nothing good in the city
Just different murders in the Birmingham mail (true)
So how on earth do you expect me to show remorse or be
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