Lyrics:
Think about it before you walk in the door first
Look at the store clerk, she's older than George Burns
Fuck that, do that shit, shoot that bitch
Can
Think about it before you walk in the door first
Look at the store clerk, she's older than George Burns
Fuck that, do that shit, shoot that bitch
Can
Think about it before you walk in the door first
Look at the store clerk, she's older than George Burns
Fuck that, do that shit, shoot that bitch
Can
hurtin'
A week after she got shot, Meg was back twerkin' (body-ody-ody-ody)
Been a crazy year, wouldn't you say?
Found out Jada Pinkett gave Will Smith
Frank zappa (guitar, vocals)
George duke (keyboards, vocals)
Bruce fowler (trombone)
Tom fowler (bass)
Chester thompson (drums)
The adventures
They really wanted me to do it
Huh
Well let's get it then
George Jones
Top of the morning
Lets give Him glory
Spitting my story
In cacciatore
That's
on me no liar
I'm your 23 your Scottie
Don't have to feel like you're all alone
My love runs deep like a baritone
Like Tammy Wynette and George Jones
Visions of you having my little man
We joke, you call me George Foreman
'Cause I'm namin' him O number four, me, I'm three
Plus the ol' G like
in our suburban city
By volunteers from
The Los Angeles Gay & Lesbian Centre
George Kelley was the name
Of the volunteer facilitator
And the first guy
At my bar I'm the only one here
But I'm happy to drink alone
Like Thorogood and George Jones
I need something stronger do you have something else
May I
Ohh oooo oooo yeah ou ohh oooo yeah
Tell me what you want to do
Take my time and spend with you
Go and wine and dine with you
Time after time
and straight up pop
I studied Nasir Jones and Aesop Rock
I loved two non black girls who ate up 'Pac
And my daughter's best friend will have you straight up
shocks through the cord
Quest for the rings my only weapon's intuition
My future position is determined by past decisions
So young George Bush, I'm
And when I'm rollin' by
Niggas can't see me
The stares of a million pairs of eyes
And you'll never realize
You can't see me
Been gettin' word that
And when I'm rollin' by
Niggas can't see me
The stares of a million pairs of eyes
And you'll never realize
You can't see me
Been gettin' word that
of silence **
It was a mansion on the outskirts of chicago, I clout
Hood went by the name of mikey budafeuco didn't like me
Ms jones was around back I took
dream got her wishing
Number twelve gon lock up fifty-seven six
That you know blocked up fourteen and fifty--two
What a duo
Ten gon run by and say you
to go and find a heart
All you hear is that silence after the violence starts
Putting lighters to their shoes seeing if they nines will spark
I'm too sick
outside your door.
You ain't seen nothing like it.
No, you ain't seen nothing like it,
Not since the Civil War.
Coming over the hill are the boys
and kill the phone
We looked to the horizon and all that glory be
Brother George Jones is roaring, we're lost in the revelry
Ashes to ashes and rust
About livin' on the farm
Sittin' by the campfire with his guitar
Singing Haggard and George Jones
And I could see as time went by, because of him
I'm
wall
Only difference is Chuck might give you that call
To march on Friday, yeah, it's kind of frightening
Let me move so I don't get hit by the bolt
played shows that were so packed
Won't break ‘til I hear that bone snap
Won't quit ‘til I'm as dope as
George Jones, Boz Scaggs
I'm a Rolling Stone, topaz
Mama's cry on the strength of my gun
You heard me?
Ride on the strength of my gun, you heard me?
You heard me, you heard me
Now I got a love Jones for
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