Lyrics:
to you
I wonder why you thought of me
But if you dropped by to say hello
I wonder what you'd think if you'd see me
An old ragged high school
a child a little smile
Don't just pass right by
Stop and think it through
And ask What Would Jesus Do?
Two little girls
On their way to school
Wearing
sharecropper, screwed like a high-school cheerleader,
Tattooed like a popeyed sailorman, gone, gone, gone!
I should have been, I should have been, I should
sharecropper, screwed like a high-school cheerleader,
Tattooed like a popeyed sailorman ? gone, gone, gone!
I should have been, I should have been, I should have
going to be the next Beliveau
Saturday stretches out like an endless sea
Running like a pack on the Royal hill
Ragged little boys working on our skills
Let me tell you what it's all about
Walking round with your talent hanging out
I'm feeling ragged as a scrubber's tights
Must have had too much
I was born and raised in Alabama.
On a farm way back up in the woods.
I was so ragged folks used to call me patches
Papa used to teas me bout it
I was born and raised down in Alabama
On a farm way back up in the woods
I was so ragged that folks used to call me Patches
Papa used to tease me
your son
He been at school for a week (mommy!)
You fucking freak trying to get the best of me
Kidnap your ass
Leave you lost like Kelly without
I was born and raised down in Alabama
On a farm way back up in the woods
I was so ragged that folks used to call me Patches
Papa used to tease me
I was born and raised down in Alabama
On a farm way back up in the woods
I was so ragged that folks used to call me Patches
Papa used to tease me
on the pier tonight, my soul departs from me
Striding like Thalia's ghost south on the murky sea
And into midnight's tapestry she fades, ragged and wild
on the side of the hill
And he buried her in the snow
Early in the spring he was seen in the town
With his load looking ragged and thin
Not a year had
This song is about a game we used to play back in school
I wasn't very good at first
But I got better
I grew up poor, never had shit, didn't need it
and kidnap 'em
Phony, so skip the baloney
You and your cronies need to jump on a pony
And roll, cause you're just a rookie
When it was time for rap school
on water, when they done killed the school
with their meteorological corniness, all blue but
not the kind that's blues as we're all tangled up
in these
a little spindly bottom ying ragged headed boy, who grew up in a Western Kentucky village called Johnstonvile, in Harrison County, there he grew up. His
the killer tactics
Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged
Enter the entity, my vicinity
Is three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity
Represent
the killer tactics
Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged
Enter the entity, my vicinity
Is three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity
Represent
fast
Girl better blow ain't in my class
What, do you think I make t-shirts for
These little stupid ragged hoes with no
What you wearing that t-shirt for,
spectacular
My bite is in your neck it's the effect, of Dracula
Man on a mission, go to school with low tuition
Can't even keep account, of the G's I be
I was born and raised down in Alabama
On a farm way back up in the woods
I was so ragged that folks used to call me Patches
Papa used to tease me
(Skee-Lo)
Yeah Skee-Lo in the house
Givin shouts out to all the homies out there
You know how we do it
Six fo's ragged tops, Catalacs
This is how it
I was born and raised down in Alabama
On a farm way back up in the woods
I was so ragged that folks used to call me Patches
Papa used to tease
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