Lyrics:
there
In the sweet by and by we
Shall live and never die
One of these days I'm goin', goin' there
Heaven, Heaven, so much talk about Heaven
On the radio,
down to my corduroys (La Flame)
Got bottles by the cases
Pussy by different races
I had to get her right
That pussy changed my life (straight up)
That
and Eddie had had it already by the summer of '75
From the high to the low to the end of the show
for the rest of their lives
They couldn't go back
So throw caution to the wind
You and a friend
Can jump off of a bridge and if you live, do it again
Shit, why not? Blow your brain out
I'm blowing
and made some shit you can't fuck with
They thought luck did it, but it didn't cause I'm back again
Back with the Big and my new-found friend
[Da Brat]
Marley used to stay, 79th and May
One of my best friends from back in the day
Down the street from Calumet, a school full of stones
He nicknamed me
I go by the name of Kel Mitchell!
And this is TeamBackPack! Let's go!
Yo, I'm so '96, back and on my grimy shit
Nigga get -whoever they'll sign me
love and scraps
Thank God for my country folk and family
Instead of a metaphor I’d rather
Take it by James Anderson
Damaging how they televised
the life, living the life
Living the life, living the life
I'ma live every day like a holiday
Gotta get to the money, get, get to the money
I've been around
green but can't afford to live it, can't ignore the scenics can't explore the gimmicks can't report the dividends limited only by the need to stay fed
guess it wasn't enough
In the state of Texas yes
You won't live and see the end of this
So put another rose on your chest for you
John
A perfect fit
met you
But somehow I couldn't quite forget you
Said you didn't want a friend or lover
That your life was happy with another
But as time went by
Where they at?
If you want to go and take a ride with me
We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be
fail
They say every man is defined by his reaction to any given situation
Well who would you want to define you?
Someone else or yourself?
Whatever
I switch, flip the beat up live
My name is Rat Boy
I switch, flip the beat up live
My name is Rat Boy
I seem a little crazy 'cause the thought
All my friends
They've moved on and are having kids
They all ask how I live like this
So now I'm wondering
Why I'm getting drunk again
Gonna get
And I felt like the music's a matter of living and dying
The songs will live on because you made them yours, made them yours
My friends you ain't gone
you so blind?
Fake friends
Fake life
You live a lie
A whole generation disconnected, minds infected, souls rejected
Everybody losing track
it back to fight my way to the end
Plus, it's only on loan from a friend
Folded over a million times
By the lonely blacksmith that lives in
through with me, let me know your mind
Woah-oh, what I want to know, is are you kind?
It's a buck dancer's choice my friend better take my advice
You
through with me, let me know your mind
Woah-oh, what I want to know, is are you kind?
It's a buck dancer's choice my friend better take my advice
You
true sayin', "One monkey won't stop no show".
You can live in the country
You can come to town
What goes up
Is bound to come down
Please believe
There are lives that are erring and aimless,
And deaths that just hang by a hair;
There are hardships that nobody reckons;
There are valleys unpeopled
make less than a dollar a day,
Working the copper claims, risking their lives,
So it's fun to spend Christmas with children and wives.
There's
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