Lyrics:
share of Misery and Gin
But I ain't as cool as Willie Nelson
And I can't write like David Coe
And I can't play guitar like ol' Chet Atkins
And I can't
to put the things that going around me
on tape like Mark Fuhrman
Sexing picture perfect hoes like Pocahontas often
And I'd rather hear Willie Nelson
Inspiration
Where are you
I've been waiting
Where are you
I've been patient
Where are you
Planned to take a break from music and I wrote an album
Jazz
Ryan Gosling is my waifu
I just wanna bang on the drums
All day and all night
Just like my hero, Willie Nelson
Who is Nu-Metal
Yes
I preferred
that, I'd rather be loud and I like swearin'"
From the first album even the gals were like, "Tight lyrics, dreamy eyes"
But my f- mouth was nightmareish
the day I came out, I was like, "Merits?
Fuck that, I'd rather be loud and I like swearin'"
From the first album even the gals were like, "Tight lyrics,
night studio sessions with Willie Nelson
But I can sang a hook like I'm Garth brooks I came a long way from dodging crooks at Forrest brook
Keep
never heard a Waylon Jennings song
She's never been a fan of Willie Nelson
So there ain't no way in hell we'll get along
She told me she thinks country
the Willie Nelson braids
And there's the ouroboros snake,
He's gone to waste choking on his tail
Oh, now here I go
Turn around and head in through the door
Then it's off to the trailer,
Willie Nelson all the way.
[Chorus]
Yeah life here in the trailer park is fine,
You know that we've been living it
that's a feeling to trust
I thought I'd write you an album
I thought I'd write you an album
I thought I'd tell the story right
Cuz by now I've taken
Even if ya haven't
I know you Understand
Apprehension is Apparent
By the way we all not caring
How the cameras keep on rolling
While they shooting down
By the time we'd run another race around the sun
We were buried under blankets in the dark
All night long I laid and listened to your song
It didn't
What if a brick was only just a misdemeanor?
What if Manhattan was hit by Hurricane Katrina?
What if a black man was the one controlling Fema?
What if
an album that'll put a smile on Malcolm
Make Martin Luther tell God I'm the future for Heaven's talent
No tarot card reading; I'm foreseeing you niggas
that there Walkman huh?
(The new "Gas Face" rewrote'd by KMD
It's kind of funky with a lot of bass)
Yeah but I bet you wonder where
They got the bass
favorite collaborators, Gerry Genius Charles, from Full Force who has worked on several of my Christmas albums. I auditioned for his group and they were
What if a brick was only just a misdemeanor?
What if Manhattan was hit by Hurricane Katrina?
What if a black man was the one controlling Fema?
What if
never heard a waylon Jennings song
She’s never been a fan of
Willie Nelson so there ain’t
No way in hell we’ll get along
She told me she thinks country
No he never wrote me nothing, but I can't forget his face
(Repeat Chorus)
Ohhh. There's a lying in your silence. Tell me where did Johnny go?
Ohhh.
constructed
By good ole' Thomas Ryman back in 1882
I wonder what he'd think
If he could smell the stink
Where the Rey eyed Stranger Willie Nelson spewed
Watch
down the road to glory
Got off the road to perdition
Wrote and revised the plan
Time to carry out the mission
I'm just trying to find my way
Man I'm just
And everytime I heard him talk it Was a code language
Thank You
R.I.P. NIP
Yeah the album finish
My niggas chillin' we getting high
Change the mentality
Getting
the rain.
But you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'.
You never even called me by my name.
Well I've heard my name a few times in your phone book.
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