Lyrics:
I walk 47 miles of barbed wire,
I use a cobra-snake for a necktie,
I got a brand new house on the roadside,
Made from rattlesnake hide,
I got
tools are tyres bumper jacks or wire
To the good ones or the bad
In wintertime there was a depot stove
And a table for a checker game
And every
have gone by, my my how she grew
I liked her looks when I carried her books in Kalamazoo
(Zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo)
I'm gonna send a wire, hoppin'
makes me the bitter fool I am
But this four-wheel buggy is
A-dollaring me to death
For gas and oils and fluids and grease
And wires and tires
brothers from?
What made these brothers come
Bang! Our back window
Was removed by a shotgun
Now Hen G was shot
Don caught a ricochet
These
I walk forty-seven miles of barbed wire
I use a cobra snake for a necktie
I got a brand new house on the roadside
Made from rattlesnake hide
I
a fence to keep my donkey in
I rigged up a wire with a battery charge
To keep my donkey from a-running at large
Inside this bin I turned him loose
and all ooh yeah
We're hanging right on the edge now baby
The wind is getting stronger
We're hanging on by a thread now honey
We can't hold on much longer
Jackin' my dick off in a bed of barbed wire
(Hey, is Bizarre performin'?) Bitch, didn't you read the flyer?
The special invited guest will be Richard
Hey now Bo Diddley
Hey Bo Diddley
I walked forty seven miles of barbed wire
Use a cobra snake for a necktie
Got a brand new house on the roadside
the soul of every rapper in me, love me or hate me
My moms got raped by the industry and made me
I'm the illest nigga ever, I told you
I get more pussy
Hey now, Bo Diddley
Hey Bo Diddley
I walked forty-seven miles of barbed wire
Use a cobra snake for a necktie
Got a brand new house on the roadside
a fear of height, down, height
Wire in a fire, represent the seven games
And a government for hire and a combat site
Left her, wasn't coming in a hurry
the mail by the wire and the rail
And your pony and you will be gone"
He came in and sits down at the end of the bar
His coveralls covered with dust
He
Hey Nikita, is it cold
In your little corner of the world?
You could roll around the globe
And never find a warmer soul to know
Oh, I saw you by
Henry
Papa won't leave you, Boy
Papa won't leave you, Henry
Papa won't leave you, Boy
Well, the road is long
And the road is hard
And many fall by
Henry
Papa won't leave you, Boy
Papa won't leave you, Henry
Papa won't leave you, Boy
Well, the road is long
And the road is hard
And many fall by
lunch down by the lakes
She said I looked like an American singer
Time, mystical time
Cuttin' me open, then healin' me fine
Were there clues I
I'm feeling the weight of the passing days
Each phrase takes a moment that I could save
They say, "Live while your young," but I'm restrained
By my
Button up, get sucker punched by all the air your lungs can hold
God rest your soul
Nails for breakfast, supper's cold
Button up, get sucker punched by all
dealing with
Going with it day by day
Uhhh…
It's hard for me to move on
Shit got me so hurt inside
Tryna stay inside my lane but Ian got no wire guide
this world like sci-fi
I know I am
But I swam through hells fire
Through the wire
Man on the moon
Cartoons and cereal pass me a spoon
Smart as fuck
I live)
(Only you - by the way)
(Only you - by the way)
(Only you - by the way)
(Only you - by the way)
Only you can make me feel like this makes
Boom, boom, boom (Bryce)
Bryce Bowden
Forgiato tires spinnin' what you in for
Fire rims blue face hundreds that look identical
Wires or the buffs
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