Lyrics:
the bailout, bitch
Trap house built brick by brick, paid dues on dues
FF good, you know I'm reppin' crew on crews
Stack bills on bills 'til my backyards got
Griffin with the wizards
COVID makin everyone sick
Like that mothafuckin Lizard
In the white house; we needa turn the lights out
For the choir
Goin G String
you down 1, nigga
I swear to God, if I get robbed
Shit’ll never be the same
Y’all act like Emerson applyin’ somethin’
Special to this game
Bitch, my
wash away what I felt for you that day
Just you and me down an old dirt road
Nothin' in our way
Except for the Georgia Rain
The cottonfields
don't hold me back
Just hold on
I had it rough, I had to move for awhile
Lock down the house and chain it up with denial
I'm coming home
Swerving down the rainbow road
Wit a load yea
Baby by my side
Drinking on a vodka soda
Coughing off the pressure
It's some pressure girl I told
sawdust is when you stick your hand out the window driving down the road
And the wind pulls your hand back and then you push
And its like a fight
It reminds
the mirror
Miss a step then you blame it on the liquor
Go figure
I could see in your eyes
I know you need me home but i'm always on the road
I'll be right by
animal out of kansas
Throw em in a trunk leave em in texas
Califas a nuevo york
Bound by honor
Oh ya mi voy
We the preview to the grind house
Feature that
known by the name of old Johnny Dhu
Of all the trade's that's going,
sure begging is the best
For when a man is tired,
he can sit down and rest
He can beg
all the proceedings
Are brought to you by the church house where we'll be eatin'
Chestnuts roastin' on an open fire
Singin' my jingle, where is Kris
Might cop a truck and lift it
These rappers playin' halloween like they Kathy Griffin (Fake)
Have you ever been followed by a green-dot sight?
Cherry
and taking you down
High voltage
Coming at you from every side
High voltage
Making the rhythm and rhyme collide
High voltage
This is the unforgettable
On the edge of town down an old dirt road
There's a broken home that people seldom go
And a tales been told of the Man up on the hill
The story goes
little elves in Santa's factory
I'll pull up, run in the door
Wrap this up, there'll be no encore
Mistletoe hung by the chimney with care
Sink back down
curtains open, so that's her fate
Leaving out her house, grabbed the bitch by her mouth
Drug her back in, slammed her down on the couch
Whipped out my
Fort Griffin
on the flats by the Clear Fork this bare saloon
pardon me
the backbar black cherry with scrolls of gilt the mirror the nude and the dog
story out)
June 5th 2020 woke up in a new house
June 5th a year later now moms done kicked me out
Driving down the road I lost my mind life tried to kick
coming from the heart you gotta listen
(And she almost put me out the house, she didn't like the way I was living)
(And I swear that road is my home,
in the middle of the road
A black car passes by
Pulls up outside my house
The driver sits inside
A woman gets out
She opens the door
And walks up
As the years go by it's all coming back
The facts are starting to stack
It's pulling me off my track
So don't expect a perfect person
Cause I'm clearly still
never seen dirty
Told me meet him at the waffle house, he got a clean .30
On my Domino's shit, only took a mean 30
My folks always on time yeah I'm
Imagine this breeze coming from the ceiling fast
Stack a hundred bills in your right hand
Right there by the couch bag of rubber bands
Gotta get 5,
Gold grills,
Grandma house eating whole meals
Candy lady, ice cups but we call em thrills
Cockroaches, hard to kill.
Fly by ya shit get real
Mom work,
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