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York is the first place they'll come lookin'
So we'll head to New Orleans and see what's cookin'
Head for the music in Alabama
Check out the races in

on the couch on the porch
We listened to music playing through the screen door
And then we danced beneath the Alabama moon
All things that can happen - they can

Church walls still shake
In Alabama State
With sorrow and tone on any given day
March to Montgomery singing low
The truth in their singing worries my

lyrical cyanide
I'm bona fide qualified
The job description modified
I'm certified on Spotify
You see the check verified
Apple Music helly plays
Me dissin'

the suite I'm by the the bing yeah
(Nah nah what they do though?)
Slept on me I'm living out my dreams
Pop my shit in front of cameras
Rockin' shows in

Carolina baby where most of this starts
By the time you get to Alabama family further broke apart
Let the circle be unbroken thunder rolling but I can't cry

long will it take her to realise?

I'm heading for sweet Alabama says Joel
You can come too, we can make it our home
Sit on the porch making music all

long will it take her to realise?

I'm heading for sweet Alabama says Joel
You can come too, we can make it our home
Sit on the porch making music all

LYRICS  CHORDS
American Born - G

V1
G 
It's the cattails by the levee 
F
where the water meets the stars
C
It's a rust-ed up chevy 
G
It's a beat up

seedha seedha (x2)

Outro (Rob C)

Music Produced by Harry Spark

shoulder
I got The lord is my witness
He protecting me 
Even when Satan send his goons to get me
So Jus keep the clip, Right by ya hip
Cuz nigga jealous,

going to give it a go, got my music business under control
Positioning my content for cash flow, the last thing I want to do is lose my dough
Started from

and I'm ballin'
Me like me, get sponsored by Spala
Be as rich on these plays as we serve until morning

Fuck on a bitch on a perk in the morning
Pass that

Delasbour Da Savage, cruisin' down that highway
Listenin' to that slab music, shorty wanna roll with a winner
Cause she tired of losin', she jocked

times or something, and we still going
Whiter than Alabama, sea of trash 'round every corner
They try to make it nice with parks and shit
Ain't nobody

dreaming
I had proper goals
Propaganda like some Tropicana
Scheduled sessions
Somewhere out in Alabama
Went from baking soda
To real arm and hammer
Shit be

Man-man-man enough is enough

Four centuries ago in my home of Virginia
The first slaves was purchased 
By the snow face killas
The original cone heads 
And I

motionless
Emotions you were holding in, explode and you just go with it
Expose ‘em cause you know that shit
They try they best controlling it
Like bubble guts

guess it fits with this beat, fuck it, I'm going in
Yo, microphone checker
Knife to hole, met ya
Pipe & bowl, best one
Time to go, get up
Time to call

girl had me rocking
like a motherfucker
-Tried to keep it steady- but I'm going down

She was hotter than the Alabama Everglades
She was cooler than

I was raised by wolves in jungle
Watch me hustle
If I stumbled I recover with bundle 
keep it on humble
Yelling death to the scammers
Road trip

but
Whatever floats your boat
Get it together, 2 phones business and pleasure
Success measured by storms I've weathered
Heart on my sweater, my best

Short Skirts

Baby Beesh

Latin Rap Mix, Vol. 2

2003

the best, she love me even though I'm a nut
'Cause I be counting so much cash, I get paper cuts

[Chorus]

I love to see you pop pop, up and down just

groove like Kuzco
The big dog did it in the booth like Cujo
And josh locked me in and hid
The keys to the studio
Been left behind by some people
But it's