Lyrics:
got that diesel in my vein
Blue eyed Percy in the water the best in my element
Love water flow the water boy you know like what momma said
Run like
Delivering their special mail
Jacks and Jills and Joeys
Spurred by Santa's ho-ho-ho'ing
With true blue possum hearts
They could not fail
Fly possum fly
Lift
their fortress
Kidnap the queen, rode away on white horses
Name me king
Name me king
Brick by brick I built my fortress
My queen beautiful, Lamborghini
To big bar brawls, ball games blasting, fuck 'til my balls blue
We like the black Yankees, old vets who sit in the rest
Thankful, counting up currency
the red and blue and white
Along the riverbank
Past the dealerships and farms
Army dude, only son
'Gon be a
him
and watched his back
That's the only way
To roll on the track
But yo,
Mitch got rushed by feds last week
The snatchbared the runk
Of his white
where they be
Dockin' this boat
No hope I'm shackled
Plus gang tackled
By the other hand swingin' the rope
Wearin' red, white and blue Jack and his
the troops and the red, white, and blue collar cold beer drinkers
Well, it's folks like that that make me wish I had more middle fingers
Let 'em fly in
survive
Blue against black it ain't shocking you know
See how their blood is the same
Who cares when they die
Who cares how they cry
Said the orange man in
Lost city of New Orleans, we call him this
(Georgia)
Now
This song is dedicated to the one wit the suit
Thick white skin and his eyes bright blue
I'll get the truth on wax
but it's burning down the house I built
Red flags mean a whole lot of setbacks
White flags don't fly or fade, balance like I'm
a blues clue's map
C-Mill I'll get the truth on wax
but it's burning down the house I built
Red flags mean a whole lot of setbacks
White flags don't fly
figure out who in disguise
Lotta haters round you watch out for they put you in the sky
Painful situations reproduced all these blue in my eyes
Tears
to shit on me, now my blues higher
Y'all can't run up on him youngin run up, then you jack like a blew tire
Transcribed by https://otter.ai
Mama and papa spent the very best years of their life on the west Texas farm
Tryin' to scratch a livin' from the black land dirt that traded them
fly your drip a placebo
Run up them numbers and bringing it back
Picking up shawty put her friends in the back
Off white presto with skinnies all black
choose to hate –
I choose the tool I’m gonna
Use to blues your face (blaow)
Then cruise the state
Right after I lose the case (holla)
My nigga, i’m getting
blues
Only BB King can do
All we do is find the groove
Yeah
And the Jack and Henny pouring
We flexing
We scoring
We screaming
Baby We on one
Ah we high
"In this country a man's home is his castle."
I've been jacked by the racist scum, and here I come
Klan, run - cause revenge is fun! And I'm that
"In this country a man's home is his castle"
I've been jacked by the racist scum, and here I come
Klan, run 'cause revenge is fun! And I'm that
Got these blue stacks in my jeans
Get the racks by any means
Like what's a rack for a nigga like me
Got the racks in my Balmain jeans
Got the stacks
ain't gotta put my hands on em, soccer goaly
Haters can't stop shit fly with outta cock pit
might as well wish me well like Fargo
White bitch say she
settle
'em by bloodying shoes? Fist rules
Rather finger equipped with sick tools
What of the wind
I recall it was serenity's end
When the breeze would come
No games run the rope chain and the cocaine
Or get burned like flaming propane
The king whose name rings from Beijing
To Spokane we love blue Benjis
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