Lyrics:
her grave, you know we have to get justice
And stay in your place, we still focused on the outcome of George Floyd case
While you out here doin'
her grave, you know we have to get justice
And stay in your place, we still focused on the outcome of George Floyd case
While you out here doin'
high if your poor and righteous
aint no time seems right
the problems seem endless
but in times of despair we gotta pull ourselves together
and if you
That she won tickets to see
The Chili Peppers play
On Ellis Island
And it was for the release
Of their new album
By the Way
And she won the tickets
By
cold ones, leave your worries behind
I'll sing some Waylon Jennings or a little George Jones
Play you anything you want to help you lighten that load
She's on a plane and I'm on the whiskey
Fill that jukebox up with quarters
Let's rock both them Georges, Jones and Strait and man
I bet it makes my
crushing George Floyd's neck
And yet I'm the threat, raw in a Metallica tee
Skater jeans and anything else that ain't blacker than me
So in the middle
They really wanted me to do it
Huh
Well let's get it then
George Jones
Top of the morning
Lets give Him glory
Spitting my story
In cacciatore
That's
start to catch up to my past
Cause I stop dead center of the road (what?)
Singing George Jones, when I crashed at the light
Staring at my truck like I
them niggas die too
You see joy through the eyes you cry through
Who in here believe in a parallel universe?
(I do) i knew a Jack that got high
Then got
in Bedrock, surrounded by rubble
Just a youngin' in trouble
Took a shot and then made it a double
Took a shot and then made it a double
This that food
action
By seeing it as a challenge, you
Will have converted this negative
Into a positive
Purely by a mental process that will
Result in positive action
just kno all my shooters on stand by
Niggas thought they was under arrest when we came on the stage got em turnt wit they hands high
I got story’s for
by tonight
Just a little push, and you'll be smilin'
So you play your albums, and you smoke your pot
And you meet your girlfriend in the parking
The cotton was high and the corn was growin' fine
But that was another place and another time
We'd sit out on the front porch in the evenin' when the sun
The cotton was high and the corn was growin' fine
But that was another place and another time
We'd sit out on the front porch in the evenin' when the sun went
don't care if he was vulnerable
In a home full of drug abuse and incest
Or allegedly brainwashed by white supremacists
Whatever the case may be for him
Escúchala, la ciudad respirando
The new moon rode high in the crown of the metropolis
Shining, like who on top of this?
People was tussling,
by tonight
Just a little push, and you'll be smilin'
So you play your albums, and you smoke your pot
And you meet your girlfriend in the parking
veins
Slammin' screen doors and pickin' helps to ease my pain
From the choir to the back pew to the honky tonks
Playin' no shows like George Jones
And their game was basketball
The center, a massive collection of bones
Was known by the nickname of Skyscraper Jones
The forwards were both
Brilliant ball
all in your face
Like sneakers you can get laced, trying to run up in my place
Had a stash house, had a crack house man
Had about a couple safes
Is that
pinned, like in pornos;
Lord of the golden Ring, you can ask George Jones
Rollin in, break your jaw bone, High on hormones;
ALL MY SOLDIERS - SALUTE
at acknowledging
All the lives that were taken as opposed to the hands that had you taken from us
Are you following
Are you following
Wrong place wrong time; drive
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