Lyrics:
Rings and things and buttons and bows.
Don't bury me in this prairie
Take me where the cement grows
Let's move down to some big town
Where they love
Rings and things and buttons and bows.
Don't bury me in this prairie
Take me where the cement grows
Let's move down to some big town
Where they love
TO SOME BIG TOWN,
WHERE THEY LOVE A GAL,
BY THE CUT OF HER CLOTHES.
VM AND YOU'LL STAND OUT IN BUTTONS AND BOWS.
MM WE'LL LOVE
Heffey:
"I'm in the booth right now, bitch!"
Heffey: "Hmm? Huh?!"
Heffey: "They hating!"
Juice: "Lil bitch!"
Run up them bands
Count up that cash
Run
in the blue light
Well, you know I gotta get out
But I'm stuck so tight
Weighed by the chains that keep me...
Hangin' around this town on the corner
I
Start this album out by saying
I love you p-red
I wish you weren't dead
Fucck a piece of lead
One time he carried an
AR across a persons lawn
In his
wrapped up in the strangle silk
Of this cobweb town where culture is king?
I'm in my bedroom on the verge of a terrible thing
I close my eyes and think
Rings and things and buttons and bows.
Don't bury me in this prairie
Take me where the cement grows
Let's move down to some big town
Where they love
Straightaway then he led her
Down into the hold
Sayin', "I'll dress you up in sailor's clothes
Your jacket shall be blue
You'll see that seaport town
I was sittin' by the bank on a hollow stump
When I thought I heard me a bullfrog jump
Turned around and sure enough there
He sat
He said excuse me,
In a neat little town they called Belfast
Apprentice to trade I was bound
And many an hour o' sweet happiness
I spent in that neat little town
'Til
starving for me to come back
But in the meantime, put your digits down
And the next time I see ya I'm going to town"
Stepped away from the freak, it was
a bag
I shoot it cross town smokin a blunt
I'm just takin drags
Ima do it by myself don't need a helping hand
Ima ride the Benz or the Bentley,
of doing drive-bys
Its a pound town when we slide by
Used to call a nigga IZOD
KD Standing like 5'5"
Goddamn that's a big bitch
100 shells in that
burning
By the funeral pyre
Hot up on his trail think we got him in sight
Just another small town, just another gun fight
Two months ago we were doing just
strong bonded to be heroes
Yeah conquerors of steel
Day by day your limits change you're winning all your
Hardest enemies
Stand this town in sacred soil
fuckin Birdman
What about Silk the Shocker?
My name is Silk and ill shock you
Ive jus been shocked by Silk the Shocker
In a neat little town they called Belfast
Apprentice to trade I was bound
And many an hour's sweet happiness
Have I spent in that neat little town
Highland Paddy
By my side you'll surely stand
Hear the people shout for freedom
We'll rise in the morning
With the Fenian band
Rise in the morning with
and things and buttons and bows
Don't bury me in this prairie
Take me where the cement grows
Let's move down to some big town
Where they love a gal by
us
Rather have a hundred bands in a Prius
Than no bands in a Wraith
The devil hands in your face
My life is like a trance, so I'm Freelancin' out in
majority in the case of purely internal
affairs,--
ARTHUR: Be quiet!
DENNIS: --but by a two-thirds majority in the case of more--
ARTHUR: Be quiet! I
and jumped in the pool
She threw her pants over there by the little table
Well, one of the guys in the band picked up het panties
(he told me later the stuff
hangin' with the drummer
When a big dude attitude grabbed me by the collar
I looked at him and said, "its all good brother"
I'm with the band
Hired
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