Lyrics:
of old, in the days of gold
How ofttimes I repine for the days of old
When we dug up the gold, in the days of 49.
My comrades they all loved me well,
Eh Chett you good…
Yeah…
Uh...
I am just tryna get by
I wanna try to be fly
She want me but I say bye
See I'm rapping ends
By the Benz
And this wasn't all in my head.
See, they took me by the hand
And invited me right in.
Then they showed me something
I don't even know where to begin.
Yeah)
Lotus why you got me like this?
It's like I'm on a lily pad and now I'm talking my shit
I meditate and then they laugh, call me pacifist
And all
with me
We've come along to hear you all play
And I know the wide porch is the place to be
'Hi there! I'm so glad you dropped by
Betty replies
We'd love
Hip-Hop style baby, y'all remember
By the middle of March, when the pregnancy starts
In your ladies' placenta, that means L just entered
Duck taped your
My back against the wall
Like I see y'all fronting
Drowning in your own spit and
Ain't coming up with nothing
I call this shit "Rapper Shit"
Cause I
friends to call me I need all your referrals
And all your repeat business brother soon as somethings getting a low
I'll just pull you down a fresh box
Can't say her name but we were two
I grabbed her waist and we would move
And then one day we were thru
And by the way I must be true
Cause all
of your suitcase
You're taking everything, you've got my heart on a string
Just tell me where we are going
All I am is where you are
And I never knew you
for the simple fact
That tomorrow she can tell all of her friends it was whack
But Fuck dat tho this about me
They say my whole fan base is missin id
the wind blows look out, kid
Look out, kid, because it's somethin' that you did
Look out, kid, because they keep all hid, look out
Looks to me like
the wind blows look out, kid
Look out, kid, because it's somethin' that you did
Look out, kid, because they keep all hid, look out
Looks to me like
on the bank of the river downtown
staring across at the lea
I cuddle my miss and I blow her a kiss
she gives a curt nod to me
The water flows by with a hum
concern
All this grace He's poured out on me, it's something I don't deserve
And now I spit these cold 16's for Jesus, people all like: Burrrrr
I don't
Please don't try to play me
I got shooters around my way
Smoking like I'm Bob
The za got me Outta space
I ain't hungry took a perky to the face
Girl
by the taser, can't fucking take it
Sat in electric, calling me crazy
Lethal injection, you know what that makes me?
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Calling me
Written by Glen Burtnik, Bob Berger, Tommy Shaw, Dennis DeYoung
Lead Vocals by Tommy Shaw
Somebody lookin' for the answer,
Somebody dyin'
an all-star line up
Like none I'd ever seen
Roger Miller opened the show with Bob Wills and his Texas Playboys
Followed by Webb Pierce followed by Hawkshaw
the wagon to the top with Ma secured by a rope
My brother Bob he needs his sleep but them dogs won't permit such things
His wife and kids are all upset
Yeah, Kray Jackson
In the building right now, real smokey
With my lil nephew, Dizzy Wright (Wright, Wright)
Yeah, y'all know, we been doin' this
me phony
And said I was kickin' a bunch of that baloney
But they soon found out, and now they all believe
'Cause every Tuesday after school, me and her
stepped into the Hall of Fame and put my frame on the wall
I'm like a Michelangelo painting that hangs in the vault
They gated me off, by Hendrix while he
something good
But I shoulda had another mechanic under my hood
If you see me walking by you, boy, don't you even speak
Pretend you on the sofa and I'm
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