Lyrics:
From the album slow down world
Tonight my life is heavy, I'm weak and down at heel
The prisoner in the dungeon will know just how I feel.
I'm a well
say, "Baby, don't you run so fast
Might fall on a piece of glass, might be snakes there in my grass"
Grandma's hands, I'm talkin' 'bout my grandma's
his hand on my shoulders
And in tears he said
Patches
I'm depending on you, son
To pull the family through
My son, it's all left up to you
Two
So long big city
It's time to say goodbye
I'm longing for those country roads
I need to see the sky
Think I'll take a swing down south
Visit
to win, I'm falling again
I'm falling again, right back where I've been
Trading heartbreak for love that I've missed
It's a gamble and I'll take the risk,
I stand accused
Of lovin' you
Too much
And I hope
I hope it's not a crime
'Cause if it is, I'm guilty
Of lovin' you, you, you
Oh yeah,
darling, I'm telling you now.
Have I told you lately when I'm sleeping,
Every dream I dream is you somehow?
Have I told you why the nights are long
Why don't you write me
Call me on the phone
Send Western Union
You can find me home
I say I'm sorry
I said I'm sorry
You know I bled you
plague in the streets
I've sprung traps, confused maps, chasing the crown
I'm chasing the crown till he bites the apple
I was licking my lips till his
at home, nigga, beating your dick, uh
I'm in the club with the chipped up wrist, uh
You at the bar, whoadie, drinkin' my piss, uh
The yellow shit,
satisfaction
When I'm cruisin' in my car
And the man comes on the radio
He's tellin' me more and more
About some useless information
Supposed to fire my
Since I met you baby
My whole life have changed
Oh since I met you baby
My whole life have changed
Everybody tells me
That I'm not the same
I don't
Yeah nigga I'm going rep this motherfucking No Limit to I D.I.E
Check this out nigga
I could gave a fuck what a nigga gotta say about me
I could
bare baby feet
All he said was "Folks, my name is Outlaw Pete."
I'm Outlaw Pete!
I'm Outlaw Pete!
Can you hear me?
At twenty-five a mustang pony
I don't go to church enough,
I curse out loud I drink too much,
I'm more of a sinner than a saint,
Gotta dusty bible on my shelf,
I just pick it up
I'ma put it on her
I'ma I'ma put it on her
I'ma I'ma put it on her
I'm a champ on the track
[Chorus: x2]
I'ma put it on her
I'ma I'ma put it
him, you next
And you better have a good doctor to rearrange your face
I'm the Champ
Who want to battle the Don?
I'm James Bond in the Octagon with
Yup, yuo
Gucci Mane in this motherfucker (Gucci Gucci)
My nigga Zo' on the track (My nigga Zo')
That real shit, that real shit
I'm a hood rich
march my band out
I'll beat my drum
And if I'm fanned out
Your turn at bat, sir
At least I didn't fake it, hat, sir
I guess I didn't make it
But
This is the last time
I know I'm 'bout to drive you crazy
Last time but I gotta see my baby
I know I swore that I'd never break your heart no more
boom
I like that boom, boom, pow
Them chickens jackin' my style
They try copy my swagger
I'm on that next, sit now
I'm so 3008, you so 2000
I got something to say to you
I'm gonna bring it down front
I'm not gonna pull any punches, baby
I'm gonna be blunt
I want you so bad
I wanna
Well, I'm so tired of crying
But I'm out on the road again
I'm on the road again
Well, I'm so tired of crying
But I'm out on the road again
Call me tiger cause I live in the woods
I'm like Tarzan when he run through the hood
A couple of wild coyotes chased me but couldn't catch me
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