Lyrics:
the sea, Mr. Todd, that's the life I covet
By the sea, Mr. Todd, oh, I know you'd love it
You and me, Mr. T, we could be alone
In a house what we'd almost
clocked me
On the way picking up my baby
She's sitting on the front porch waitin'
And when I get there don't you know
Gonna get in the truck-n-
Roll
spin my records
Of George Strait and Tim McGraw
I close my eyes and let that lyric
Catch me when I fall
I still listen to the pickin'
Yes I do but
of references
That says I'm your preference
If my cowboy hat's on strait
Mother's listen me
And they don't see through me
And their Daughters can hardly wait
bumped into Brophy the big civic guard
He says come here to me boy don't you know we're in the law
Well i upped with my fist and i shot to his jaw
He fell
tha khudse
Abh dekh na paaon me khudko Teri aankho me kyun?
I don't wanna look into your eyes
You know I'll lose that fight
Can't let it happen twice
I'm feeling me rushing up in your country percussion
No woman gets struck in the boundaries
Wake up if your lunging, I'm something, you're nothing
structure the fuck with you (Release)
Up in you and cut you a costumer
Huffing and puffing, discussing absolutely nothing, disgusting
Plus I'm feeling me
if you really wanna know how it feels
To get off the road with trucks and four wheels
Jump on in, tell yo' friends
And we'll, we'll raise some hell
if you really wanna know how it feels
To get off the road with trucks and four wheels
Jump on in, tell yo' friends
And we'll, we'll raise some hell
Fly me to the moon, won't you leave me in the stars
Think I'm much better off out on Saturn or on mars
No more drinking in bars
Know that ish is
the eighties
When the great and the good gave way
To the greedy and the mean
Britain isn't cool, you know
It's really not that great
It's not a proper
the eighties
When the great and the good gave way
To the greedy and the mean
Britain isn't cool, you know
It's really not that great
It's not a proper
the eighties
When the great and the good gave way
To the greedy and the mean
Britain isn't cool, you know
It's really not that great
It's not a proper
Morning America can you hear my voice
It’s your unwanted child that didn’t have a choice
Of coming to America like Prince Akeem
You stole me to live Your
Strait song
If it ain't pure and simple
It ain't gonna turn me on
It's gotta have a twang thang
It's gotta bend a heart strang
Like a scuffed up
okay ok
(Guitar rattle)
George
George
George
(I have called you by name)
In my soul
George yea
George I...
Byron in the soul
(I have called you
cool-Aid, whaa?
Wit my red hot riplets
Tell 'em what ya, tell 'em what mean man
You all that and a bag of chips
And I just wanna know if me and you can
George Life Matters
My Life Matters
Black Lives Matter
All Lives Matter
George Life Matters
My Life Matters
You look at Teenss
Look into their Eyes
What do
or 5 freaks, and my pinky ring shinin
I stay grindin, and true to the streets
If you ever need to find me...then you know where we can meet....
(HEY
young and afraid
Row across the straits
Coastguard when in Spain
They trying to ship you back it's a false start to your fate
But Red Cross lady knows
the Devil himself
So, if you think it's cool to make fun of a blue-collar
I won't be upset
I take it as a compliment when they get to jawin'
Calling me
gone be smokin' on me
Get to fuckin where you fit in
If you want it throw yo bucks in
Trade yo truck in
Put something on it
[La Chat]
Hold up, now how
Hard done by, got a chip on his shoulder
The dragon’s long-dead
But you’re still swinging your sword at nothing at all
Best pray to St George
So if your
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