Lyrics:
to,we used to, We used to rob for them petty thangs like a gold chain Or a mothafucking pinky ring Now it's cocaine I'm the dope man Cigarettes in my
Through it all would you stick with me
Or is this fake and it's gon fade out eventually
Strapped up like cowboys
Ima wildboy niggas envy me
But
We gather tonight for a celebration
Under the flag of a no-shoes nation
Speakin' our gospel, seekin' our truth
Brothers in arms, and sisters in
be in every club in the hood, where niggas at?
Pull up, jump out stuntin like I was Baby
On my cocaine cowboy shit, like in the 80's
Who the nigga
Billy will you take me down again
Where the cowboy guns are blazing in the valley wind
I can almost see you rising
In a ditch that's fallin' in
Have
a place, really ain't safe, Cleveland the birthplace
Midwest niggas, yeah, we stay thirsty
Tim's in the winter with the j's in the summer
All four
kingdom in the sky, that
Hi-fly swinging in the Sky-liner
Just forgetting the troubles below me
Alan's solo:
Flyin' in the sky
It's a natural kind of high
Been in the saddle
Since the sun came up
Roundin' up stray's in
This ole west Texas dust
She's been packin' her things
Since I put coffee on
By
A woman walking down Main street,
Clad only in cowboy boots and a big smile.
The arresting young lady was apprehended by police officers who said
She
I'd be married by now
You're the Faith to my Tim
We'd be havin kids settling down
Oh I can get drunk I can pretend you and me will last till after
played the guitar
One day I looked up and she went by in a car
Driven by some guy I didn't know
I let 'er go
I went down to New Orleans,
I'd never been
There's a cowboy in the corridor,
And it's not quite what he came here for,
But he knows he'll have to accomodate
For me.
And I call for the sheriff
cold and it's broken
From cracks in the walls
My silence was stolen
By sirens going off
It's the same old cycle
Same old ending
How can I
cowboy's is this bitch
picking up peices and dishin them out
got it out the mud
don't count me out
had to tell them we could
Do better all these nigga's
There is a young cowboy, he lives on the range
His horse and his cattle are his only companions
He works in the saddle and sleeps in the canyons
There is a young cowboy, he lives on the range
His horse and his cattle are his only companions
He works in the saddle and sleeps in the canyons
Dallas
I'm as blue as a girl can be
Is he down there thinkin' about my love
Or driftin' away from me?
I'm in love and he's in Dallas
But that's not
Thank you, Mr. cowboy boots
For making a fool of me
Now I know not to trust
Every sweet talking boy
In a pair of tight blue jeans
And thank
Thank you, Mr. cowboy boots
For making a fool of me
Now I know not to trust
Every sweet talking boy
In a pair of tight blue jeans
And thank
Words by June Hershey
Music : Don Swander
Lyrics:
X = Clap
The stars at night are big and bright, X X X X
Deep In the Heart of Texas
The Prairie
hands
Or I can do drive by
Need some outer space
Do I even have to say it
Got the inner works
A UFO baby
Look me in the eye
Say my name babe say it
I'm
Got out the airport the Mobb pick me up in the truck
Jury junkie like fuck I ain't scared to get stuck
So what's the deal poppy?
You heard
on a late night screen
A cowboy in this city's something I ain't never seen
He's knockin' on the door of my two two room flat
Do I let him in, what I would
me for my money, but they love me for my style
Got these girls down at the creek, and they going buckwild
Then, they hop up in my charger, and they rev
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