Lyrics:
the
Instruments or get someone to play
It if I can't and the one
Time I sample for this album, it gets
Rejected, right before I have to turn
The album in i got
Leaves for Alabam' i'll be right there
I've got my fare
When I see that rusty haired conductor man
I'll grab him by the collar and I'll holler
"Alabam'!
Harold Melvin sample
I played it for Hip over the phone
He's like, "Oh, yo that shit is crazy
Jay might want it for this compilation album he doin'
plain
Old black extensions
Just a T-shirt about carbon
"I always thought that by the time
I put out a third album, i would want
To come back to natural
home
And if you mad that I'm right, punk wish me wrong
But after your three wishes, blow it out ya ass!
If you mad I'm on top, then wish me gone
If you
position of number 19. Hmmm... Not alot of
people remember that. But, I do! Cause I played on them! Hah! Si! Now look, Murders in the Rue.... Oh by
the way,
a fuck, say you could run that shit back
And fuck your loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat
Cherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin' album since the days of sound
the line-up
First album, the EP was No I.D
Last album, the executive producer is me, I'm set free
Sayonara
So the crazy shit is right, like, when we was
Over and over and over again
I just keep doing this trying to win
What am I doing they asking me when
The album come out
It got pushed back again
My
Alabama over me
Packed her shit and moved to Montgomery
These Oklahoma skies just don't feel right
Now that some time has passed I still wait for her
to introduce my
(My album, my album, my album, my album, my album, my album, my album)
Hope
What's my definition of success? (Of success)
Listening to what
Loyal fans and newfound followers
Whassup y'all? Hello how are you doin out there?
You're chillin I'm winnin
Oh by the way the album's out go get
remember we took the bus to Kansas City
And then we took the train to Teennessee
And we flew by air to Alabama
yo yo yo Just you and me
You left me one
Loyal fans and newfound followers
Whats up y'all Hello how are you doin out there
You're chillin, I'm winnin
Oh, by the way, the album's out, go get
think we found the right person there,
Roland. and I think the album says everything. yeah, I wrote "kids of the
Century" about more than two years ago
right now is you man or meese?
Is it man or beast cause I plan to release
the rent essentials what's my name, confidential
Na nah don't
of April. Good stuff! Anyway, by the way I've gotta go,
so look, if I don't see you in the spring which ain't too far away right, I'll see you in a mattress!
Con-artist lover deep undercover
Hounded by the industry lights
Sweet Alabama smile for the camera
Show them everything's all right
That kind of feeling isn't
a lot of you's, there's only one me
They are not confused by the wannabe
Original, original, I'm the prototype
Original, original, he the copy right
snappers crispy
Everything except the head ate
Ever rode in a drop top by the gulf of Mexico
Baskin in the ambiance rolling up the Texaco
Im hot right Now
that the radio played
Waiting on the Alabama sun to go down
Two red dirt girls in a red dirt town
Me and Lillian
Just across the line and a little
right in the car
Wait Danny, slow down, you goin too fast like time
Gotta pull over to smell them roses not just drive on by
But I gotta thank God for
the midnight choo-choo leaves for Alabam'
I'll be right there
I've got my fare
When I see that rusty-haired conductor-man
I'll grab him by the collar
it out one time
"We skate on suckers who perpetrate..."
State to state state to state
(Dug Infinite)
Now you got to tell me right now
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