Lyrics:
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
We were young and in love
In Alabama
But it wasn't Birmingham and it wasn't Mobile
So we were nowhere
Dreamers with a blank stare
Running lost
avant que GLACE noire veuille me down
J'veux plus travailler pour un mois à mille cinq
C'est pas un salaire ça c'est un alabama
Si je lance un MyDoom
and graphic grammar
My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm and Hammer
All across the planet niggas crumble like granite
Dreams are coming
And it’s coming very soon
Album Mode on reboot
We’re on our way to the moon
It’s only been a minute, but it only been a month
Album
Yea
Let me tell you something about life it
Is not just strife and when
Time is passing by you don't
Notice because you're having fun
But why that time
All you know when the album drop my name gonna blow like bang!
I just bust down doors cuz all those watches never gonna be my thang
My shit bang when
pussy, Alabama (huh, huh)
Baby Glock bitch, it's like a fuckin' bed bug (bang, bang)
I been runnin' shit, bitch, you see my leg numb (bang, bang)
Yo'
hard to beat
As the stranger knew then the toughest two by far were where he sat
Was a pot belly fellow from south Alabama and a dude in a black felt
primitive, I'm Olympian, now it's routed in pistols
Allow me to buy the album, child imbeciles
I was a coward out to intend powerful minutes for
The crowd,
lu
Uh that's 151 malibu rum and pineapple juice
You know what I'm sizzlin
Ha! Uh you down't know what dat is
Can't get the party started without
When the lights shut off
And it's my turn to settle down
My main concern
Promise that you will sing about me
Promise that you will sing about me
what she done to me what makes you think she won't do it to you
That girl, she down right rotten
More thorns than Alabama cotton
She's yours so go
after you
Listen what I'm saying to you Run
Run Devil Run
By a swamp in Alabama in the cold in the damp
Sitting reading by the light of a kerosene
givin' away free tickets this weekend
Over at The Rose
You don't wanna miss it
Tonight, I got a very special guest
By way of Alabama
And he's in the house
in school
She was hot as Alabama in June
Wasn't long before I was knockin' on her door
And we were goin' down Hannah Ford Road
Yeah, it always
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
a man
When I met Ann, I soked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
trouble, it turned into a struggle
Half way across Alabama the Hound broke down
Left us all stranded in downtown Birmingham
Straight off bought me a through
I met her down in Tampa Bay
Spring Break '88
She came in to hear my band play
And man, we were on that night
Twin guitars and twenty minute jams
Doc and Sally inside
They're cooking for the down five
Who's staring at Miss Rayon
Who's busy licking up her pig pen
I'm searching for my
Doc and Sally inside
They're cooking for the down five
Who's staring at Miss Rayon
Who's busy licking up her pig pen
I'm searching for my
Doc and Sally inside
They're cooking for the down five
Who's staring at Miss Rayon
Who's busy licking up her pig pen
I'm searching for my
down the wrong road
And living by the wrong code
And chasing after dreams that don't come true
Looking for the right signs
And riding on the white
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