Lyrics:
up
By my fire’s damage
Old school, new school
I’m hot, I’m new
I’m lost, eventually I’ll find you
Old school, percussion
I’m hot, I’m new
A Dime
a highway star
I'm a highway star
Oh, yes I am, you mothers
Thank you. That's a new one, taken off Machine Head.
This is a song about...
Sweet child
right out of those woods
Old Dillon had a million tales but he sung me one refrain
And I recall that song by John Dillon James
One July Monday morning
doing, is from my old record
They bought my album, for $8.99
Studied the style, then wrote they own rhyme
I don't mind because I'm here to show
it
I'm the only singer that seems to preach it
Let's write something new
Here's to you
A different kind of country song
We're gonna get hurt
Gonna get
around
And we all will be found
Caught in the act of crying alone
Trapped in an old country song
But old songs were new songs
For fools all along
I knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, 'cause I get respect, I bet you
I'm even liked better by your niece and nephew
to constitute
What this country at times calls (yeah) their throwaway children
We seem to be approaching (come on) an age of the gross
We all have this idea
must be crazy, nigga
Onе song for my deluxe is all I need to do
These puppies barkin'
They done bit off more than they can chew
My album just dropped
I'm
The glass of milk lyric, I've come to resent it
But I've had some trouble sleeping since that song ended
8 year old me would be heartbroken I'm not a writer
I
homesick in my songs//
Like come on billy what’s wrong//
Ion fit in with this new crowd//
So in the studio//
I’m alone//
I done grew up//
I done moved on//
a lot of groups fell apart
Rap is still an art, and no-one's from the Old School
'cause Rap is still a brand-new tool
I say no-one's from the Old
speed rally, 2019 - Silicon Valley
Amazing wife, the cutest child, I love West Coast, I love you Cali
(And what about the new album?) - This LP is top
I
a country picker leaving New Orleans
Carrying my guitar my jacket and my dreams
Searching for a rainbow and that old pot of gold
Fighting off the loneliness
a gun it's old P, new P
Prob'ly layin' in the sun
Prob'ly on a PI, if I call you king
I ain't talkin' 'bout rap, nigga
That status go to BI
You can fuck
new Christmas song.
Elizabeth sings: New Boss for Christmas
That was my job. If I wasn't writing a Christmas song, I had to make new friends. I had
you're running out of time
Keep on fighting in the meantime
Non-stop
Corruption's such an old song that we can sing along in harmony
And nowhere is
fashioned)
Pretty women go and shake your derrière (I'm old fashioned)
Gatsby in the house tonight
Live by the gentlemen code
Kill and attacking these flows
a connection to Christmas music and it began in early childhood spurred on by three things. My culture, my family, and my city. I'm a born and raised new Yorker.
One day I heard some twang in a new tune
A country song, something that felt fresh and new
I picked up my guitar and wrote what I knew
I guess I had
it over to the next bandstand
For this crossbreed country music case like a stud with a Texas brand
I sang my songs in Nashville got an album in
In the corner of the bar there stands a jukebox
With the best of country music, old and new
You can hear your five selections for a quarter
In the corner of the bar there stands a jukebox
With the best of country music, old and new
You can hear your five selections for a quarter
Ladies and Gentlemen
Yall in the presence of
We in a whole new era
I go by the name of King Kresnt
SALAM DOSTA
Come closer
In the end
She getting
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