Lyrics:
investors and development scams
We're paying rent to people livin' in foreign lands
And we say, Whats this country coming to
(Can you tell me)
Whats this
Solar-energized rides, no steerin' wheel, tell it how to drive
No propellers in the sky
Airplanes like mini rockets
Waiting lists for the rich to get tickets
country girl what I got to give
My whole heap and hep of country fun,
Full of four wheel drive, dirt road and shotgun
Ain't nothing better than being out in
really like it raw
In the closet like the rider type of whore
By the shore, I pulled a trick on her
But I'm collect any fix when I put the dick on her
really like it raw
In the closet like the rider type of whore
By the shore, I pulled a trick on her
But I'm collect any fix when I put the dick on her
Hang your head, Tom Dooley,
Hang your head and cry;
You killed poor Laurie Foster,
And you know you're bound to die.
You left her by the roadside
Cuz we're livin' in black hole country
It's like that everyday, there ain't no reason to change
Cuz we're livin' in black hole country
Tonite we're
along the woodland o'er the hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear the lonesome hobo's call
As you ramble across the country
country bus
A go pon tour go link up
Me brethren Marcus
Hey have a stick a ganja weed
Under mi tom
Secure so sweet
And it smell so strong
Saddle up
the cage. When cats rush you in the public you be like 'do it again'. He's a motherfucking bloodsucker, he can do what he can.
El-P
On the side
and Lewis and Clark, he expanded the country
Tom served two terms, till 1809 as president
In that time, he reduced the National debt by 30%
Once he retired,
LIVIN
(Shaun Ross, Carlos Chairez, Michael Tritter, Rush Davis)
Even though the day is gone
I’m glad I’m breathing
Rockin in the night
So happy I
Livin' in the city
Ain't never been my idea of gettin' it on
But the job demands that you make new plans
Before your big chance is gone
You get
Livin' in the city
Ain't never been my idea of gettin' it on
But the job demands that you make new plans
Before your big chance is gone
You get
enjoyment
We don't fuck around the bush
Cause we out here livin' in the moment
We don't give a fuck 'bout nothin'
Because we're out here on a rush
Just start
Way down yonder in the bayou country in dear old Louisianne
That's where lives my Cajun baby, the fairest one in the land
Her teeth're white
Something's happening in the country
And the government's to blame
We got married in a gold rush
And the rush has never felt the same
Shared
the woodland o'er the hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear the lonesome hobo's call
As you ramble across the country on that Wabash
Four door coupe, we in the back
Eyes glazed red but the windows all black
Shawty givin' me head, hold it in don't yak
On my Tom Brady shit Callin' me
Livin' on the edge of town
Seein' the dust kicked up by old man Henry
He's been drivin' that old Ford for decades
Runnin' water and shootin' stars
Hang your head, Tom Dooley,
Hang your head and cry;
You killed poor Laurie Foster,
And you know you're bound to die.
You left her by the roadside
the window in the wind
The cars go by...
Yeah it's all we've been given,
So you better start livin' right now
'Cause days go by...
Oh and a woo-hoo...
bright
Sittin' in a flatbed truck
With my baby by my side
Country nights
Going by
Watching the stars in the sky
With your hand in mine
Sing country nights
hard? Ooh please!
You rappers do trap like Tom in a industry full of jerry mouse so that rats gets away with the cheese
New makervelly ? Naah really
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