Lyrics:
chest
Somebody tell me why the best things in life
Feel a little bit wrong, but a little bit right
Guitar strings, tight jeans, and George Strait song
by like years
Till now on the stroke of midnight
Cold on the stroke of midnight
The tip of her finger touched it
The trigger at least was hers
residing over my thoughts
Like the Atlas over Rabat, y'all are jokers, drop down the rabbit hole
The weight of the global on her shoulders
I pray she
and plowboys like me and you
Just like me and you
We crank some George Strait
We crank some old Hank
From the big sky
To the riverbank
Cowboys
upright in the stirrups, he scarce could reach her hand
But she loosened her hair i' the casement, his face burnt like a brand
As the black cascade
George Gervin I'm the ice man yeah - umm cool'n me now
Told my jeweler bring the AC - umm cool'n me now
From cold city with a cold heart I'm cool'n
Break down your door and let kick ya one more!
Gangsta strait out! (bitch)
To the flat like that
Like whaaat, like this, like whaaat
(like this,
THE JUDGE AND HIS JURY
BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY—THIS IS HOW
THIS IS OUR MOMENT--OUR TIME IS HERE—AND THE TIME IS NOW
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GOT YOUR HAND ON YOUR HEART FOR
by like years
Till now on the stroke of midnight
Cold on the stroke of midnight
The tip of her finger touched it
The trigger at least was hers
the straight and narrow though I walk it on my own
Uh Hello how you doing
Its the world here calling ya'll to tune in
Go with the flow like a fluid (uh)
Don't
a heart of gold but let's talk about
That ass though
Bet you like your country western
Two-step to a King George record
Rodeos, a little Cheyenne
moonlight"
And that summer Becky broke my heart, Alabama sang "Old Flame Burning"
Well, I've danced with George Strait, drank with George Jones
My life's
Now this side gangsta walk (say what?)
And this is how gangsta's talk (like that?)
Tell 'em how we do, tell 'em what we do
This is what we do
the conscious starting shifting (uh-huh)
I feel like Pac (when?) fresh up out of prison
I guess I'm just different, my heart pure
Field nigga, fuck I'm gon'
and strained in the darkness and the hours crawled by like years!
Till, now, on the stroke of midnight,
Cold, on the stroke of midnight,
The tip of one finger
they just be borin
But I'm curious about her pussy like I'm George
I got hella weed, bitch, that's that storage
Yes I hop on this beat with my heart, yes
and Queen
I said mister can't you hear the drawl' in our y'all
That music you got won't do at all
Got scuffs on our boots and steel in our hearts
You're
the shock
Like I'm Spock
Never knock, got the key
To her heart, it's my cock
What a thought, what a thot
Dropped the top she give me top
Then she on top
We in
All I ever wanted was a woman
Who makes me feel like a man
But now I find myself searching
In desperate straits again
No whiskey in my barrel
Cold
nigga, nigga just don't be retarded
We done lost everything and you looking like a bargain
Purple weed, purple drink, purple heart sergeant
I'm the best
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
sold a lotta records and a lotta people know me
Now where's my God damn trophy?
"And the winner is George Strait"
"For best female vocalist, Reba
sold a lotta records and a lotta people know me
Now where's my God damn trophy?
(Award host)
"And the winner is George Strait"
"For best female
I'm just an AJ stoner
Got my G. E. Diploma
I'm from the gutter splitting oz bags and gettin' quarters
Yeah I'm'a flip this by the morning
Yo I'm'a
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