Lyrics:
just having fun
Life was passing us by like traffic on the I5
I gotta name but it's not Ben Holt, and no, it's not Jim Croce
You could call me whatever
there's gonna be trouble
Ain't no since in takin' a chance
We was gettin' up gettiny ready to leave
In somebody grabbed o' Jim by the sleeve
It was this
aye.
Jim stevens walked on over;there was a gun near Bill Pogue's hand.
It was hard to say who drawn his first, but Claude had made his stand.
you don't have to ask-
Just do me a favor and hide these body bags"
By this point I was in over my head
Said after this dive no never again
So I packed
cockiness
See all you do is be coming off in blogs
And be talking shit sounding
Like a retarded gimp
Coming off like Erykah Badu
Cause at one time you use
child support
Women deception and they lies
I'd rather keep my jim' in my shorts than save a hoe
I have to go and serve state time
There's always
good policemen
Over several generations
Maybe there'll be men who can't be weaned away from the fascist vices of race hate
But we should deny such men
on wired
Look at my life that's triumph
Running till I see Zion
Break it down by the ion
Take back the kingdom that's the time I'm on
Mind Over Body,
the plane Jim it's time to go home
It's over for us there's no more to be done
And why do you lie there still sleeping
It's stateside for us Jim
to be number one
Now I'ma step on you, bring it to yo' yard
Bogart for arts, we go hard
You frauds just blow hard like broads, I coast guard the west
it, I can smell it
(Sometimes it gets hard)
Jim Jones is spitting truth, the power
(Don't let 'em pull your car over)
Now and forever more
Making life
to Halfway,
then back across the riverside
I'm not the leavin' kind
though I'll be leavin' one more time
from Jim Town, to Flatop, then down
across
ROUND AGAIN words by Jim Vierra Music By Jim Vierra & Adam Gardner
Copyright 2015 Jim Vierra & Friends & Fifty Something Records.
VS 1.
WE BOTH
I thought I told ya
Hard times got my mind on cock, and massive thoughts be the plot
Top priorities the family dope and royalty
My loyalty, fiends
on the left. he is the guy that is making me do all this shit. right over there. now all through this movie, every time we've been on s
I've had to look over in
(P: PMD E: Erick Sermon B: Both)
P: Good morning Mr. Bozack time to wake up the nuts
(For what) to hit the shower so I can wash the butt
on your face and eat them eggs like Cool Hand Luke
Ended up again in Jim's mancave
Had a good time watching the State game
Back before Purdy was Mr.
"Push It"
[Cam'Ron]
Killah! Dip Set! Jim Jones, Santana
Man, shit ain't changed since eighty-eight (nope)
Get on the corner and push something
Dip
"Push It"
[Cam'Ron]
Killah! Dip Set! Jim Jones, Santana
Man, shit ain't changed since eighty-eight (nope)
Get on the corner and push something
Dip
time
I'm gonna get nine tracheotomies, all the way around my neck
I'll be tracheotomie man!
"He can smoke a pack at a time! He's tracheotomie man!
I'm
aye.
Jim Stevens walked on over;there was a gun near Bill Pogue's hand.
It was hard to say who drawn his first, but Claude had made his stand.
test the majestic
Unorthodox from the school of hard knocks
Nightmares I bring, sort of like Wes Craven
Especially over tracks laced by Kevin Clayton
My
I'm too scared you gone hurt me
Go back to prison Bae you might desert me
Grind hard in the trap with the (cut) I be serving
Police pull us over no
on the left. he is the guy that is making me do all this shit. right over there. now all through this movie, every time we've been on s
I've had to look over in
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