Lyrics:
vision blur, till you don't know what occurred
Until I black out every nerve
Foul women get served as chicken head hors d'ouerves
I drop your tops like
I grew up on Waylon, Willie and the Stones
Soundtrack to my life is a hillbilly song
Old boys like Merle, that man in black
Said what they wanted,
1, 2, 3, 4
Why you big, tossed-salad, hairdo-havin', long, tall, snaggly gold-toothed,
funkin' habit-formed, leather-wearin', beanpole-lookin', black
ass
Johnny Cash, afro havin'
Jack of Spades, boots havin'
Tony Danza, shoes wearin' ass!
B-b-b-black by popular demand, I expand
My hand
don't get a share
Life's hard and it ain't fair
Black dude with a white name like a white dude with black hair
Got the cash gotta get away
In Vegas
chicken walk
It's that chicken talk
It’s that chicken talk
Hit it wit the skirt skirt
Make that chicken walk
You ain’t even gotta park you can drive by
bruce, brian, bono, beck, yeah chuck berry
Prince stevie sly smokey johnny cash in my chevy
Heard some call me an uncle tom
Now that's petty
I'm
God knows why why why why why
Oh, they call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black
Throw me the finger in the air, let me see where you're at
And say hey,
Johnny Cash
She won’t be my first, I won’t be her last
Imma dive in, in the liquor
If I black out, I won’t forget ya
Live is so sweet got my head in
of the slums
With a shot that go, for twisted metal for cash flow
React slow nigga and get, P.L.O
By the lone gunner, who took revenge for his brother
Who got
by my side
I'd have a chance
Just hold me like Johnny Cash
When I lost my mother
Whisper in my ear
Just like June Carter
And though I fight
Drycleaning suit's suit's
You want black belt? $10 cash
We take Bitcoin and blow job
I got that coon kung pow that chicken
Faggot young child he play the Sonic
more turkeys than bitches
With your fat ass
Fix your cash in a grab bag
By the time you touch your toes
Motherfucker I'll be in Baghdad
[E-40]
called me Black Stacey.
I never got to be myself 'cause to
Myself I always was Black Stacey, in polka dots
And paisley, a double goose
And bally
these old timers pass, hard as coal it's all black
Like the man Johnny Cash, put his soul in these tracks
And it rolls off the tracks, whistle blow when
raving on
As in one leap he was gone.
Into oblivion.
Now Johnny's on the run from everyone
But no-one's looking for Johnny.
Runaway...very, very suddenly
the brother
Call for total wealth to distribute like a picture
In black and white, give it joy, give it, let it hit you
Spoil our existence by extreme gift
and casseroles
[Chorus:]
Well, its goodbye Johnny goodbye June
Goodbye fancy living room
Well no one sleeps in Cash's bed
Except the man in black
Rest in peace) Word up (word up) ? Prayers ain't never end (prayer's ain't Never end)
"Gotta get the cash gotta get the doe" -Puff Daddy 'Makin' Moves
wealth to distribute like a picture
In black and white, give it joy, give it, let it hit you
Spoil our existence by extreme gift to population
Father
Beethoven, Bach, and Brahms
I want some James Brown
Even Bruce, Brian, Bono, Beck, yeah
Chuck Berry prince, Stevie, Sly, Smokey
Johnny Cash in my Chevy
Heard
rock, county, and hip-hop
Somewhere between Hank, Three 6, and Kid Rock, Johnny Cash all black
It's that old-school flavor
Sippin' something
Rippin'
sleep
Now she wanna take off in the Rocket wit me
Matte black wit the bleeding seats
I done got my deep
Bluer than the sea
Skateboard drip make ya
delivering vindaloos
when you're driving in town late at night
fuk me clarts you see some sights
wrecking it up in my capri
delivering a chicken bhuna going
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