Lyrics:
teeth fixed
I'm the teflon don boy I get busy
You're legs to strong doing sex with pretty ricky
760 drive by light tint
With two hoes in the whip looking
bit bad at being good
We'll grow old but we don't wanna have to grow up
We like cars, guitars and swinging doors
Fast boats, gun action, four by
rustling, by the sea,
Pour my drink, another slice of lemon? Yes please,
Take my hand, walk beside me on the sand,
With the moonlight shining down so bright,
still on the guitar
And Uncle Walt he's home with Heidi
Hiding in her loving arms
That's right you're not from Texas
That's right you're not from
still on the guitar
And uncle walt he's home with heidi
Hiding in her loving arms
That's right you're not from texas
That's right you're not from
Make a wish, drop a coin in the well
Picked her up hitching to Chicago
Rucksack, skateboard, bashed up guitar
Back of the bar she dances slow
Big beat talk to me
Hey
Whooh
I feel a back beat
The rock of life
Wakin' up blind with the house on fire
It ain't no perfect life
(By far)
and feel alive
So grab them games and swing by
It's my duty to weaponize
With a large coke and extra fries
Yes my eyes are on the prize
But I take a break
they got Moose and Bear and eagles flying free
Deer stands hunting shacks campfires kicked back
Good people the farmer stopped by with a fresh sweet corn
man dem make out a flesh and robots made our of steel
They might can operate like man unlike man they can't feel
Don't bother mix with no informer
Six pack
Stereo
20 minutes to the show
Wet roads
Heavy loads
Runnin' lotsa friday nights
The boys are in the back
With a bottle and a steel
on the guest list and I went alone
She said, you're not my man anymore and I'm busy
I gotta dinnerplan with my friends, baby
Before that she said: I'm happy you
Ruthless, plenty of that and much more
So at the party, Ren is controllin the floor
That you step and do your dance routine
It ain't a dream my man
yard
Cause his nostrils were full of powder
Eskimo Dance, Boiler Room
He tried holla at me on a mutual yardman ting
Tryna shake big man's hand for
More
Meh
Have been chosen
From birth Meh
I mean that
I was born with nothing
What else can i lose
In the ghetto
Making all them
Heavy moves
Gat to stay
her messin' around town with another man
And you know that ain't cool, watch me
Hey Joe, I heard you shot your woman down
You shot her down
looking at your ass in my show
Man, I'm feeling cold
Damn, my wrist on froze
That white bitch got coke in her nose
Oh kill me slowly
Yeah, bury me down with
Even if we take it apart now
Syllable by syllable
Honey your hearts gonna start now
Silly, i'm the pinnacle
Shit, I never considered myself a real
roam
This old man came rolling home
(Music and lyrics by Sam Clanton - mandolin, guitar & percussion; Seth Darby on bass and lead guitar; Will Clark
seemed
Planes turn to trains into marble driveways
Now she feels
As unlucky as the black cats of midnight
A reformed man hit by a rouge lightning strike
died -
Dead -
Lyrics by Doug Ballance
Music by IZZY EDIBLE
Doug Ballance: Lead Vocals, Guitar
Chris Lewis: Bass Guitar, Vocals
Bobby Arzillo:
in time, you'll see the line
The line that's drawn between the good and the bad
See the blind man, he's shooting at the world
The bullets flying,
that never again Will I feel this kind of love
By the time I get my car Oh, backseat baby with my guitar in
We'll be singing songs until we're blue
It's
a knife
I'm sworn by oath to the hip-hop life
Less live drums, less guitar strumming
Hip-hop is the life of the up and coming
Not by force, by want
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