Lyrics:
Live and in high quality
Still there are countries
That punish being in love
Sentenced to be whipped
By old judges and laws
Who has the right to judge
No
up right.
Livin' life by the Golden Rule.
Say: "Yes, Ma'am," "Thank You."
Green fields for miles an' miles,
Ain't nothin' but country on the radio
live says you ain't a Brit
They're deportin' our people and it makes me sick
'Cause they were broken by the country that they came to fix
It's like
Livin' my life from my angle
Need to be saved by my guardian angel
Give me the power to grow I'm invincible but I ain't talking 'bout Tangled
This
The nighttime hears the wheels rush by
While lovers are fast asleep
There's Bob Wills and a ten piece band Rollin in an ol' Flex Bus
He played last night in
throw the blower in his lap
Walk myself to the court like, "Man
I did that!" ain't no Black Power when your
Baby killed by a coward
I can't even keep
we used to be barbaric, we had actual queens
Black is watchin' child soldiers gettin' killed by other children
Feelin' sick, so quick, this could
I don't care with ya my nigga
Cause it's hell
Livin' off a thug, money things ain't swell
Don't believe me, go and ask my boys in jail
When we cryin'
I make my money man without the coca
Livin' the vida without the loca
I'm down south so they show me country love
And I ain't even country thug
Tryin' to make a livin' out of black-land dirt
But we'd get together in a family circle singin' loud
Daddy sang bass (mama sang tenor)
Me and little
Way down yonder in the bayou country in dear old Louisianne
That's where live's my Cajun baby the fairest one in the land
Her teeth're white
livin
I'm out to get it my truck an ak can hit it
I'm a rap tycoon, I was fly in the whom
So I'm gettin ass like a public bathroom
I went from Rikers
right
Ah, this is perfect for the women that I love before
I love em all, I just love me more
I could bet all of the riches that I ever have
Rush in
water rollin' by a riverbank
Like some sleepy little town, down with the moon
Livin' like honey drippin' off a spoon
Like the sun that takes an hour
that you loved me, I was wrong
You took all my money and you
Went off on the run
Livin' with my best friend in the sun
In the sun
You told me that we
a livin' thing.
There's grievin' in the country
There's sorrow in the sand.
There's sobbin' in the shanty
And there's anger in the land.
day, but I kill all night
If depression was an ocean then I'm Tom hanks in castaway
Slowly trying to change but there's gotta be a faster way
Look
Way down Louisiana close to New Orleans,
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
Livin' in a cottage made of earth and wood,
Lived a country
is genuine concern for the country I'm in
I'm no fucking Tom McDonald
I'm actually in this shit
Affected by this shit
It's a cold world
And that's why
Way down yonder in the bayou country in dear old Louisianne
That's where live's my Cajun baby the fairest one in the land
Her teeth're white
were
Tryin' to make a livin' out of black-land dirt
But we'd get together in a family circle singin' loud
Daddy sang bass (mama sang tenor)
Me
on the floor
All the mail's by the door
All the whiskey bottles in my bed
All the dishes in the sink
All the gas is in the tank
All the neighbors probably
things I already know
Life is found on a country road
I'd get by from pushin' luck
Waitin' on a high to pick me up
I wonder where my life might lead
Where
always think twice how
You're livin your life
That's how you get fucked up!
People walk around just
In a daze and oblivious
To them demons that live in us
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