Lyrics:
Mystery and wonder did light up the valley
To be beat back by dark clouds
And a harsh reeking wind
And that battle staggered through three awful
"giddy up"
Been feeling broke and paint the city
Just to fix me up i want that golden on my
Tooth because I deserve it
They been ruthless, I'm a roadie
I'm
come catch a vibe
So what you doing
Getting hot in this room an
Imma leave soon
So play the tunes
Turn it up louder so we booming
I'm just tuning
kill her baby cuz they daily where she stay,
mistake a cell phone in his hand for a gun & start to spray.
Fuck the city up, they buck so giddy-up, won't
yup, giddy up, hit the road
That's what's up, that's what's up, that's what's s-s-s su' sunup
You just keep on talking
Don't know what my name is
a different lingo, yeah
Shotting herbs, used to shot by Bingo, yeah
That's eight for five, call it Ocho Cinco, yeah
Touched down, Ocho Cinco, yeah (eighty
When I saw her walking down the street,
I thought it was a dream
I closed my eyes thinking she would go by,
But she was walking at me
She called me
never settle I'm flame
Level up my game real professional
Getting in shape is humbling I'm hungry
I'm running my stomachs rumbling I run free
All out
at a brakeshoe
cnd we got a black snake runnin'
Driver for my money
cnd a beeline for the sea
Sittin pretty on a train
Now giddy up
Feel the beat hit the crank
Yuppiecide disposing of the bodies difficulty -the evidence impossible ripe for a coffin The dolled up figurine Impossible to hide the secret from
yup, giddy up, hit the road
That's what's up, that's what's up, that's what's s-s-s su' sunup
You just keep on talking
Don't know what my name is
yup, giddy up, hit the road
That's what's up, that's what's up, that's what's s-s-s su' sunup
You just keep on talking
Don't know what my name is
yup, giddy up, hit the road
That's what's up, that's what's up, that's what's s-s-s su' sunup
You just keep on talking
Don't know what my name is
the sticks
It's a freak show, rodeo, giddy up n go (to the)
Hillbilly, hillbilly disco
Boom, boom, boomin' from Bama to Frisco
Out here in the sticks yo
I’ve been in love before
Danced home from Sunday school giddy with joy
To scribble, “Dear diary, I just met a boy
And I don’t care what consequence it
fuck your Subaru, I have a horse outside
and fuck your Mitsubishi, I've a horse outside
if you're lookin for a ride I've a horse outside
Giddy up now
on a stick
Get shit on by Jimmy, oh really? Yes
Stand at my heights get giddy
Look down, it's a long drop
Wanna test me? Hole in one that's a long shot
don't 'give a damn'
I really don't 'give a damn' bitch
[Tonedeff]
Gimme this microphone, and stand clear
As I tear into this bitch like I fucked up
this make the young ones wise
Then we don the disguise for the games we play
By the end of the game there's too much to say
So we say no words
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