Lyrics:
Alabama's
Try to make her migrate
But she staying with the cameras
I said all I really need is
My beats and my brothers
By the sea rolling tree
We got
ride with petroleum
I gotta ride on boy, gotta bring the noise
Rent my car, gotta hit me a lick in Detroit
Some in Alabama, some down in Asia
I'm do
[Chorus]
In the corner of my mind stands a jukebox
It's playing all my favorite memories
One by one they take me back
To the days when you were
those Alabama Pines
Somebody take me home
Through those Alabama Pines
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
Well, I've been stuck here in this town
If you
a lick in Detroit
Some in Alabama, some down in Asia
Im do it right move my cheese on my pager
Beats '18, 735 with screens
Teal green, I be shootin my
do you got a lighter?
Hand full of ass, why should I retire
The shit I spit might inspire a Messiah
To throw these lies in a lake full of fire
last but you've been found
Baby yeah, yeah, yeah
You're my-my kind of a girl
And when I saw you by the jukebox, ooh ooh
You put a quarter in and played
I saw him dancin' there by the record machine
I knew he musta been about 17
The beat was goin' strong
Playin' my favorite song
And I could tell it
Clue
Catch me in Las Vegas, A.R. Arizona
Rep for them real niggaz, I'm winnin' in California
Winnin' in Tennessee, hands down Atlanta
Landslide Alabama
on Jambalaya
Now before I could walk I had a guitar in my hand
By the time I could talk I had my own band
Went on the road when I was eight years old
When
But before I ask for my lady's hand
I got to talk to her daddy first
I'm Alabama born
And I'm Southern raised
Like my catfish fried
And my whiskey aged
I'm driving a big lazy car rushin' up the highway in the dark
I got one hand steady on the wheel and one hand's tremblin' over my heart
It's
to let love in (to let love in)
Together, can we stand?
Looka there, liquor in my hand
The grandbaby of a moonshine man
Gadsden, Alabama
Got folk
And a jukebox by my dear
Singing cold beer country
'Cause it’s cold beer country round here
I’ve been getting out and getting in it all day long
Tonight I’m
shut in my green pajamas
Think I've finally found a home
For my mind
It's inside and now
I know which way the wind blows
Now I know which way the wind
word to my nigga clue
Catch me in Las Vegas, a.r. Arizona
Rep for them real niggaz im winnin' in California
Winnin' in Tennessee hands down Atlanta
You ready?
Clap your hands now,
Clap, clap, clap, clap
Boys and girls we gon' win the world
*Hey!*
Hah,ha～ Movin' in now
Hoooo～Weeee～
Getting
and battered
But my family still resides
Oh, lay me down in Alabama
Where the pines meet the shoreline with the Delta summer breeze
Where the Spanish moss
yeah, yeah
Do what she want, she rock a pawn shop throw, sippin' on a Fanta
Drinks by the river but she shoppin' in Atlanta
Ridin' in a Honda but she
shack in front of my eyes
A stone path by the chimney stack
A door opens up and to my surprise
She set me up with some whisky
Gave me just a little
At the florabama bar
With shoes in my hand
Walkin' that sand
And I watched a shootin' star, over
Holy water
Slowly rollin'
In that Alabama breeze
Bring
word to my nigga clue
Catch me in Las Vegas, a.r. Arizona
Rep for them real niggaz im winnin' in California
Winnin' in Tennessee hands down Atlanta
with a gun in hand
What you see before you, fuck with (?) and told you
Bitch I brought this shit from nothing, man
Grand Hustle over errrthang
Molly,
a record in a second, everybody was sold
Always open to the words that I had to say
Always helpin', never selfish, that was my man Jay
And we ain't lose
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