Lyrics:
non-believers are haunted will never end
As long as the blood still flows from the pen
[Chorus:]
There's a witch trapped in this song
There's a witch trapped in
realized
We were sad of getting old
It made us restless it was just like a movie
It was just like a song
Let me photograph you in this light
In case it is
He was a long tall stranger from way down south
Where he'd left his life behind
He had a big old Gibson and a pickup truck
And Shenandoah eyes
the mention,
Passing paths that climb halfway into the void.
As we cross from side to side, we hear the total mass retain.
Down at the edge, round by
Old pirates, yes, they rob I
Sold I to the merchant ships
Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pit
But my hand was made strong
By
They say I do the same old shit
Same old flow same old rhymes
Same old songs same old grind
When are you gonna change it huh?
When wont you be
made
Was one step farther from everything that I
Love and to what? A
World of dysfunction, disrespect
And distrust come to think of it
It is sort of like
me why I rock so well
I'm Big Bank, I got clientele
And from the time I was only six years old
I never forgot what I was told
It was the best
as
Our favorite movie stars from Jesse James to
Charles Manson, the media
Since their inception
Have turned criminals into folk heroes they
Just created
The songs of the wars are as old as the hills
They cling like the rust on the cold steel that kills
They tell of the boys who went down
years go by
With an old dog he calls Governor John
He starts at the break of dawn
And he don't stop as long as someone
Wants to hear him sing a song
and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They
wanting to write a truthful song over an eighties groove
I like to let you know I'll always be straight with you
I stole my personality from an anonymous
From the very moment you were born You're told who's right and who's wrong
In war, well you're blinded by the brightest light And you only see in
the 3 Weeks
The 3 Weeks, the 3 Weeks
Yes we've got the music – songs both new and old
There's nothing like a niggun – it's music for your soul
Yes we've
For all of y'all putting in work that they never saw
This song's for you
For everyone striving, but haven't yet got the call
This song's for you
Hills
And West Virginian land
And an old time family blue grass band
Our God fearing mum and daddy raised
Us young ‘uns on a song
By the banks where old
(If we could all gather around
Make love to me, girl
He took you up in his aeroplane master song
I'm the master can I rap?
Go ahead)
I believe that
Old pirates, yes, they rob I
Sold I to the merchant ships
Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pit
Won't you help to sing
These songs
Old pirates, yes, they rob I
Sold I to the merchant ships
Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pit
But my hand was made strong
By
me why I rock so well
I'm Big Bank, I got clientele
And from the time I was only six years old
I never forgot what I was told
It was the best
it's still my doggone song
You can't teach an old dog new tricks
Can't teach an old dog new tricks
Can't teach an old dog new tricks
Can't teach an old
Old pirates, yes, they rob I
Sold I to the merchant ships
Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pit
But my hand was made strong
By
it's hard to tell
Who really cares for me
So you when hear this song
You should say a prayer for me
I drift off on a cloud by myself
Thinking bout
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