Lyrics:
and Glynn hood
I text her 'round 10 just to see if she's been good
The last time we kicked it was nothing how I predicted
I sat down with my ticket
I used to think I was a big shot
Thought I had it all but guess what
Can't measure life by the things you got
In the end it all ends up to nothing
I've got a leg, it's made out of wood
I bought it in a tavern from a gnarly old dude
When I got shot to pieces by a cannon ball
It cut me down
I met this blond girl that was half my age
Grabbed her by the arm when I walked off stage
She was so pretty she just couldn't be a whore
She
'Cause you hurting I can tell it by the way that you move
You get your head on your chest and your chest in your mouth
You don't look so good
day
To make you happy
You won't move I can't make you sway
You just deny me
Don't go ripping old photos
Without a good reason
Up until just
to life
seen a lot of bad in a short time,
so we’ve lived in spite
yeah, we boarded all the doors to the good outside
but you only get as old
the bedroom, you stand there
Sexy as ever then let down your hair
You can't wait, the pressure builds up to shocks
You're about to be loved by the man Freddie
pennies to cubic zirconias
Yeah, but man did I look good
Most of us grow out of this before it's too late
We choke back sensibility like the liver
Nelly Kelly loved baseball games,
Knew the players, knew all their names,
You could see her ev'ry day,
Shout "Hooray!!" when they play.
Her
Don't forget your shovel if you want to go to work
And my dad's probably had a bloody hard day
But he's been good fun and bubbling and joking away
she gave to me.
Days go by.
Locked inside the prison I have made in my mind.
My old friends have come again,
Speaking in their voices and making no
singin, "Don't forget your shovel if you want to go to work!"
My dad's totally had a bloody hard day
But he's been good fun and bubblin and jokin'
been waitin' has taken the lead
I see him every day in the office, he's sexy and he's smooth
He's good to look me over, but slow to make his move
up lost in the middle of a town I know by heart
Take all your good days and turn them into memories
Forget all the bad, it's just a thing of the past
Stepping into my room
I'm welcomed by light
And the picture on my wall
Silently ways good night
I wake up with the sun
But I'm really not the one
Wake up Angelita, your mama just turned off the light
Manolo is already waiting by the old water-pipe
Her shoes in one hand she carefully walks
of the day
I look down on the valley
Where we used to lay
And now there's just a whisper
Of an old familiar name
Margarita, give anything to see you
It
A fading photo on a wooden shelf
Sneering in your face
Unlike the memory of the little boy
From what you call "the good old days"
The bitter
Nelly Kelly loved baseball games,
Knew the players, knew all their names,
You could see her ev'ry day,
Shout "Hooray!!" when they play.
Her
to have a good reason
For attemptin' to hurt us
Cause I know that ya'll would never
Ever do it on purpose
Dear Mr policeman
Why is everybody trippin'? I
course
Wild horses throw me off by force
The same old story
Lurching after glory
And I fall short
Why do I do this?
Bow down and people please?
would never go away
And I could come home to you if I'd
Had one of those days that's hard
But it's not quite as easy
As those old songs used to say
My email gettin' colossal, I need a manager
Pray the judge free my niggas countin'
They days on the calendar
Was 8 years old when I stacked my first
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