Lyrics:
at seven
With my Auntie Maggies Remedy
In a young ladys bedroom I went by mistake
My intentions were honest you see
She shouted with laughter, "I know
Wolfe whispering in my head
I can still hear the soft southern winds in the live oak trees
And those Williams boys they still mean a lot to me
Hank
too many days passed by wishing I'm dead
Don't go thinkin' this has been a diss to my home land
It made me me, and it's part of the whole brand
No
Rodgers, Hank Williams, Mojo Nixon,
Hendrix, Haggard and a whole lot more
In that dusty old pile of vinyl records I got sittin' on my floor
Elvis
I come home too high to pray, but I get on my bed
Lay on my back and meditate, anyway, in the ceilings, the four walls
It's like cell therapy I got
right!" he gave me a haircut and I walked out of there friends, my hair was gone! Made Kojak look like William Lee Golden. Yeah, had a tremendous craving
Be Careful Of Stones That You Throw
-Artist: Dion
-peak Billboard position # 31 in 1963
-previously recorded by Hank William, Sr. (as "Luke
big Snoop Dogg
Produced by Niggarachi niggarachi! Entitled
The "Time Is Now"!
Time is now, it's going down, in my town
Time is now cause it's going
ears have ever known
Just an old fashioned feeling in my bones
Country comforts and the road that's going home
Down at the mill they've got a new
an unbelievable night
I called it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot tape in
Hit the spot, spot my next victim
I'm picky like I missed a spot shavin'
Came to sip vodka, shit
now resemble me
Went home to sleep, deep down, there's tension when you knowin' that somethin' missin'
Suck it up, put all of my energy back in Islah
threw eight
Stagger Lee told Billy
I can't let you go with that
Cause you done won all my money
And my brand new Stetson hat
Stagger Lee went home
Got
stopped by today
At Hank Williams's grave
My hero from the days of my youth
Was that him or me
That I used to be
In the times when I searched for
Walker, Doobie
Lee Harvey Oswald shot by Jack Ruby
But who really shot JFK?
Man still trying to explore space
While climate change continues apace
Too many
drinking this and riding I'm in here for a all nighter ... I kept my quarters in the vicinity... My area all of rocking...
Push a new to the meter at end..
new life, peace true indeed, off T's
I dwell on off how y'all plan makin mo' money, so I had to buy a fly chain
Ran in this game, dirt broke, now it's
Bitch I'm ready for death
I got nothing to lose
Pain in my brain
This shit ain't nothing new
Everyone say that they real
But I know it ain't true
I
bam
Me and my niggas in the field, rams
All these folks askin' me who I am
Tryna send a nigga home grand, slam
Guns gon' put you to sleep, sans
I get
to offer
But if you offer a new life then what we need is better fathers
Either I'm smarter cause of my daughter or I'm just too dense
I'm 28 years old,
in red bottoms
Great weed, nice homes, bread proper
Tec nine, one chamber, top shotta
Bentley coupe, new yacht, my helicopter
Born broke, real
he's save best... My day only kick off with me pushing my gave blessed...zz
Every weeks its another stich in his denim... To pay it back... They say
a tracker mortgage is
And is hoping it's not too late
My Ireland sees goodness
In the kindness of its people everyday
Which bonds us just enough to get by
My
a writers credit which of
Course made me sick eGo-EGo-EGO!
When I was in
NY I had to meet with William Orbit
Which has you know we're trying to do
A deal with
of my shoes
They too timid to even make it a single minute
I was molded by the pain
Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it
You and me are not the same
I was
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