Lyrics:
Don't get too gay in Botany Bay
Or else you'll surely hang
Or else you'll surely hang," says he
"And after that, Jim Jones
It's high above
and a cot, and some cops
Trying to find dinosaurs in the Bible
It's all quiet in the jail-house
Then they ride in to find the empty cells out
They was
stealing
When I was very young,
And they locked me down in jailhouse cells,
That's how my life begun.
Oh, the inmates and the prisoners,
I found they
now I'm dancing
I been invited by 'yo 'mammy I been invited need a damn
Whip
'Gotta get a foreign whip
12 watching 'gotta dip
Smoking gas 'ion dip
named her Little Goodnight
Now Little Goodnight she couldn't sleep too well, uh-uh
And every night half the neighborhood could hear Jim and Mary tell
weed, ? what you drinkin'
6 months ago, hoe yo ass wasn't speakin'
Now I see yo face in every bad way stop
Tryin' yo plots since the CD dropped
I went
to you, now pass the hooch, go on take a sip
You can drink it on the rocks, in a glass, with a lime
While you soak up sun down by the sandy bay
You can
don't know the shape I'm in
I just spent sixty days in the jailhouse
For the crime of having no dough, no, no
Now here I am back out on the street
don't know the shape I'm in
I just spent sixty days in the jailhouse
For the crime of having no dough, no, no
Now here I am back out on the street
Slow down cause I can't take the heat, slow down
(Slow down baby, slow down baby)
It's wicked in these streets
Slow down, cause I can't take
citrus
which mean its vitamins see
fueled by more than ambition
or petty rivalry
so you call in the cavalry
you can call in your dogs
all your
I'm so easy when Jim's in
A true blessing from the corn's field
We can have fun the whole night
God damn it, it always ends bad.
We feel so
no, I've been drowneded by the bilge pump
Now I'm in the Pacific Ocean and I saw more fish (swish, swish)
Oh my God, is that Nemo? Wait, no, it's not,
the yay
Running races and stages
And to each his own
You can find me in the green hill zone
Talking shit
Rollin spliffs
Playing Jim Croce riffs
Thinking
Signals nurse mysteries
Gestures for your meaning
There's a fantasy in my head
That was broken by a song in my head
I'm forever baffled by the art
a brick back,
Now I'ma move it by day nigga six macks,
And ain't no runnin' off with yay shootin' big straps,
Forty cals, S.k's with no kick back,
Get
And I might shoot his ass in the face, straight up
Don't believe in hoe problems so I leave these hoes
You did that time by yourself so you don't need
- and
Started serving his time
Teenage Huddie went to Shreveport town
There he got in trouble, was jailhouse bound
The odds were slim that he
Would
scorch and time can burn
Dark's accomplice, age reversed
Now becomes a boy accursed
Jim and Will stumble in
To this whirling world of sin
Forward spins
don't know the shape I'm in
I just spent 60 days in the jailhouse
For the crime of having no dough
Now here I am back out on the street
For
There's a town they call Tombstone where the brave never cry
They lived by a sixgun by a sixgun they died
It's been a long time now since the town was
the world do you know?
Now you know her by her apron
And the dress she wore
Umbrella on her shoulder
Piece of paper in her hand
She's gonna see
In a land the Spanish once had called the Northern Mystery,
Where rivers run and disappear the mustang still is free.
By the Devil's wash
weed, ? what you drinkin'
6 months ago, hoe yo ass wasn't speakin'
Now I see yo face in every bad way stop
Tryin' yo plots since the CD dropped
I went
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