Lyrics:
Mobile Alabama DJ
Livin' by the ocean sometimes I get the notion
To take my Jane to Alabama
We hang out in a funky little bar
They call it
de sortie
J'viens juste d'annoncer ma sortie d'album
J'veux le cœur de Coluche
J'en suis certaine
J'veux pas pour des excès d'alcool
Ouais, j'suis
played
Waitin' for 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 southeast
four by four
Seat laid back, cold six pack
Window cracked, I got the good fire rollin'
Tennessee to Atlanta cross the street to Alabama
Yellin' out
Alabama, Daddy from Kentucky
She like shootin' ducks, yeah, she like shootin' bunnies
Ride me yellin' "Yeehaw", redneck shawty fuck me
Clovers in her Dad's
really, cause your Cousin do fine by me
She my
My Southern baby I call her Alabama
Before we sleep
We wear our pink pajamas
Now I ain't country
But teach me
I woke up this morning in Alabama
Just in time to see the sun wake up the trees
Just in time to hear the trees wake up the birds
Just in time to find
Mobile, Alabama, Mississippi
Tonight I'm gonna love you 'til
It all goes south, Hey hey
We got history in these barstools
We got things we couldn't fix
on your block for three summers and four winters
Chinchilla cold with the soul of a young old nigga
I never been hoed by any thot or gold digger
The 44
played
Waitin' for 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 southeast
Probably never made a single person cold
But I can't say the same for me
I've done it many times
Somebody take me home, through those Alabama pines
Probably never made a single person cold
But I can't say the same for me
I've done it many times
Somebody take me home, through those Alabama pines
Drinking too early by a couple years
Alabama pumping out the Alpines
Kool cigarettes and hot truck beer
Mama's tears and daddy's tough love
We knew
albums wrong, yea
This is the bonus track
I got a bonus track
You think my album's whack
But I got a bonus track
This is the bonus track
I got a bonus
What do I say
Say whatever the heck you want
Be on beat stay on beat
Oh my GOD
Yo here I go
Hey yo I don't know any words
My GOD
Play the Album
knew you are why I write so
Run away with me
I sleep so much better by your side
Alabama could be a pretty sweet home for you and I.
A pretty sweet home
a "Thunder Road" to make the wheels roll down the highway
Yeah, we all need a "Sweet Home Alabama" when you wanna play air guitar
A little "Lean on Me" when
old gray mules
The farm grew to be a money maker
And the house he lived in
Grew up room by room
The boy worked hard
But soon got tired of farmin'
fade away the way that Bohemians often bare the frigid air
He returned from Alabama to see what he could see
Constant commentary by the wayside
I remember back in the day there Wasn't social media no youtube or MP3s
Just browsing at the cds that you see maybe you will
90's album covers were
a backwoods baby
Drive my tractor drive me crazy
Likes huntin'
Loves fishin'
And she can hold her own in the kitchen
And by the way boys did I mention
She's
Downtown New York
Last floor, penthouse view
Still thinking I still want more
Oh y'all want more?
20 Track album ready, mixed, mastered, done, finished by
know about that
look out for the Hood Starz album by the Git It Boyz
You know, shout out to the Trak Starz
They in da building Buck Ban and Zoe
Uh,
Alabama
fig trees and okra
don’t get no better
Barefoot in Pineville
Louisiana.
I ain’t know nuttin bout the south (ex)cept stories I was told.
My mother
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