Lyrics:
Meat pies on me cuz i'm the man
I'm in the only country without a secret plan
To stab you in the back and grab you by the hand
his fist was a five-dollar bill
And the naked mannequins with their Cheshire grins
And the raconteurs and roustabouts said buddy, come on in, 'cause
mate has never had a match; don't be fooled and start judging books by their cover
Igniting an irresistible romantic atmosphere, Poetry has authored
chapter in the history of injustice
That is as old as the country itself
George Floyd was arrested, handcuffed
And now pinned to the ground by one
lied
Do or die
Candy paint like Kill Bill
新幹線 Gone hop inside
乗るよ
Different country here we go
Switching jets like 日本語
From Japanese so baby please
On yo
here
I'm just making my rounds
I can stay for Christmas then I gotta leave town
And you would too if you had half a mind
He said, I got 44 acres with
He was just and old country doctor in a small Georgia town
Fame and fortune had passed him by but we never saw him frown
As day by day in his kindly
I've been looking for something I'm gon' find
What should I do, in the meantime?
You say you can't look for it, it'll find you
Do you feel
a show of force
If you never use it?
That's the way that Reagan's mind
Worked and he abused it
Why do people die in countries
We invading? So we can make
far greater
I am like Michael Angelo the archangel
If he was a dark natured art painter
Painting a picture of heart failure
Look at the all the trash In
And probably the reason I made it this far in life
I don't have a car to drive
but I'm driven by this art, so I'm giving them the heart inside
My chest, or what
with should be the collective
Ideas that are used to run the country
And that should mean more so there's
Things that Benjamin Carson believes in that
I
Hard labor as the temperature changes
Need paper for the bills and arrangements
Homies making for the thrills and engagements
That come later in
through YA, nellaz
And all the hogs
He even robbed santa claus on Christmas day
And every Sunday my momma pray that he
Don't get caught up in gunplay
Hey, I
In wrap me a fallon
Bring me my juice by the gallon
I'm about to go pass me a planet
In touch on a star
I'd rather be bringing in a quarter million
stay by the gate you are given
And remain in your place, for your season
And had the overfed dead but listened
To that high-fence, horse-sense, wisdom
in his fist was a five-dollar bill
And the naked mannequins with their Cheshire grins,
And the raconteurs and roustabouts said "buddy, come on in
alive, clutching on his hammer
World full of problems, ain't nobody got a answer
Mommy in the grave, daddy gettin' high
Bills steady rollin' in, he
gon eat them
Skittles with drillas not bad at drillin
Not 6 to 9 its 9 to 6
With ma new age in the front
i love ma city but not ma country
Your car
than the
Dollar bills in your salaries
Snapin' these bitches into reality
Cryin' and pain, blind by the chain
Niggas can't deny the reign
It's a shame
you know the nicest thing about it all...
That I know, that she had marked the entire bill 'Paid In Full'
For just one kiss and four little
Is that a black widow spider or a skinny young blonde that he's waiting for down by the nail salon?
And is it blood on his shoulder, a little on his
it all
The loving, the laughter, still after years
Are kept alive in Jenny's souvenirs
Tickets from picture shows
Dried roses, Christmas bows
The Other Shit
You Was Side By Side When I Was Sick
Early In The Mornin' Cookin' Eggs And Grits
You's Was The First One Up
You's Was The Last
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