Lyrics:
has it been a week or day?
Pablo is the man with the plan
He just sealed my fate
Blunt in my hand
Then, I smoke it as I watch it fade
Need 100 bands
the only game in town
In my mind, I'm goin' to Swing Street
I'm a dreamer on a rough road
And I need to hear the music once again
When there's nothing
gold
One look at those eyes, I'm sold
Your voice, it's silk
It's a wonder the way you're built
This is our town
Tonight I'll spin you around
My queen
a black silk durag
Or maybe it was blue
I got sidetracked 'cause I been out of town visiting places with greater views
Sat back and paid my dues
You've gone and drowned
All of your dreams
The Town of Leeds
Saw such speeds
Emory's wheel
Just rolled away
In just one hour
Such raw power
Six score
the world and moon like
All I want is you we are bound
They dont see you in the light I do
And even if the world falls down
You know you got me right by you
are the chords that are tinglin
So grab your girl, let's start the jam
For at the helm is a band who's in demand, BREAK.....
Break:
Go (x31)
50 Bands I'll whip it out
Aye
50 On my wrist when I walk like this
Aye
50 In my mouth when I talk like this
Aye
50 On her blouse open up and take it
done
Make it disappear.
If I could leave, I'd be gone,
But that's just one more thing done wrong
By this small town favorite son.
[Verse 2]
By fall
In the town a man loves his boy
Picks him up when he falls down
Starts a fire when he gets cold
Holds him tight and protects his home
But the boy
And there's rust on each sword
And the small band of soldiers...
Lie asleep in the arms of the Lord...
In the southern part of Texas
Near the town of San
I rather roll by myself, I rather smoke by myself
Why would I put my trust in you, when I cant trust myself
I rather be a dead than a broke nigga
I
your partner by the hand
Go around in a circle, every man band
One man out and one man in
Grab a foot and grab a hand and all around and go you go
Round
Am I stuck here in neutral
am I breaking down
Going nowhere
broke trapped in a ghost town
The highway’s a fist-fight
oh it’s pitiful
High
ah the town
Take off my coat, put on a gown
I stay on my toes, It's rains and it pours, but not in my house
Where is my smoke, I need the loud
I am
these chickens while they hot
Just like a frying pan
Ain't get no advance
turned that to a hundred bands
Walk in my show like, "Look who payin'"
Then got
I remember running round the city by myself
I remember running round town by myself
Ion really need no drama ion really need no help (Help help help)
Whiskey in the back of her dad's Silverado
With a few of her friends good beer and some bottles of Jack Daniels
We fell in love by the campfire
She stole my
party to our hearts desire
We're gonna set the night on fire
We're gonna set this town ablaze
Call up the uber man
And have him here by nine
I'm getting
Once I went to hear them play
At a club outside of town
I was so surprised
I was hypnotized
By the sound this cat put down
When I saw this short fat guy
to come out right
Once I went to hear them play
At a club outside of town
I was so surprised
I was hypnotized
By the sound this cat put down
When I
passport, and I forgot my name and town,
But now I'm here by the water, put the money down.
Before I walk on the water,
Put the money down, down, down,
My grandfather was a minstrel man
He played his fiddle in a traveling band
He had no wife, had no home til he met Ms. Lucy Brown
Lucy, Ms. Lucy
to toast the boys again
That local band is back in town
They got a kinda minor league sound
They're not that bad, they're not that good
But all in all
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