Lyrics:
To take a ride through the country
You might see my on your t.v, but honey
That don't mean a thing, you see
I'm still that same ol' country boy
we roll
First class cribs
First class rides
Big ass honey sitting by my side
First class honeys want to roll with me
Cause Jamaican thugs
the hardest fucking beats the Midwest don't know how to act
Look at that, mediocre, but they hittin' like a dad
Belt 'n' buckle, time to scuffle yeah
White
DAYS GO BY BEFORE I SEE ALL THE TIME YOU WERE TALKING TO ME
BUT YOU NEVER QUIT TILL I REALISE HONEY, WHOLE LOTTA NOTHING AINT NO SURPRISE
V. 2
WHATS
Oh yeah
Yah
Uh
Who are you?
A skinny prick, a target
Don't give a fuck about the shots
I won't leave bar tips
A pardon
I'm a poor excuse for a human
Everybody talking about Monday,
it’s still Sunday,
And I’m gonna drink til the morning,
Cut me off a piece of that honey,
I got money,
And it don’t
won't tell a soul, no
I know you gotta wake up for that nine-to-five
But what's the point of livin', girl
If you don't feel alive?
We can sleep
honey
Here's what I do with my money
Pennsylvania Six, Five Thousand
Numbers I've got by the dozen
Everyone's uncle and cousin
But I can't live
honey
Here's what I do with my money
Pennsylvania Six, Five Thousand
Numbers I've got by the dozen
Everyone's uncle and cousin
But I can't live
honey
Here's what I do with my money
Pennsylvania Six, Five Thousand
Numbers I've got by the dozen
Everyone's uncle and cousin
But I can't live
I don't wanna live no more
Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door
I'm living every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle
Another
wanna eat brown rice with turkey log
It would be nice
Slap some peanut butter on a honey bun
Warm it up a little and eat it with coffee
I don't like
honey, can't you see, yeah
It's the lover, in me
Who wants to make love
To the lover in you
The lover in you
To the lover in you
Don't be misled,
now you're gone and all I have is five words on my mind
You don't love me anymore oh baby
You don't love me any more baby please forgive me
But
suburbs
A civilian shot in 3rd Ward, we just by the fountain
This is Merlyn Wood, man
Everywhere I go is the Woodlands
I need a Honey Butter, vodka in
don't give your money to that lyin cheatin man
Cold baloney and I'm home by myself
Well I'm five years old and it sure is cold
Mama's out cookin'
at your body and your ah ah ah you know that I
CHORUS
I'll stick to you like honey please
don't you ever let me leave
make me stay
make me see
you can be
honey
Here's what I do with my money
Pennsylvania Six, Five Thousand
Numbers I've got by the dozen
Everyone's uncle and cousin
But I can't live
a damn!
[Chorus]
You might see my on your t.v, but honey, that don't mean a thing,
You see, I'm still that same 'ol country boy, and that's all I'll
got lost
Give away the day you were mine
Don't know why I let you leave me
Honey I don?t know
See its hard to see lovin' comin baby
But I
partolled by cops
Make me feele wanted huh?
Man don't feel that well
He must of forget 'bout that backthing (Backthing)
Wraith parked upfront the benz is
a stack in the air and watch brothers start plottin'
Honeys start to stare
'Cause game is money and money is game
And broke brothers make the forty five
sing to Lauren Bacall
And it's called Berlin
By Berlin, by the wall
You were five foot, ten inches tall
It was oh-so nice
Hey honey, it was
sing to Lauren Bacall
And it's called Berlin
By Berlin, by the wall
You were five foot, ten inches tall
It was oh-so nice
Hey honey, it was
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