Lyrics:
is just makin' me sad
The stars have turned cherry red
I'm strummin' on my gay guitar
Smokin' a cheap cigar
The ghost of our old love has not
After a few weeks on the bus
Being porked by Toad-O's road crew
And being too exhausted to do their
Laundry on a regular basis
MARY is dumped in
with a buddy (Bring a friend)
I don’t be taking no days off. I’m hungry. I’m a glutton (Greedy)
Car salesmen saw my post by snoop. Now they rap all
stool
What's that you say I guess you're right it's nothin' to me
[ guitar ]
See that man she belongs to him buddy you'd better drink up and go while you
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
Left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I'd left Kingston
With my guitar under my coat
I hitchhiked all
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
Left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I'd left Kingston
With my guitar under my coat
I hitchhiked all
a marine biologist.
All my friends,
They call me "doh".
Ike & mike:
Hi, doh!
Frank:
All my family,
From someplace in this area,
And they complain if I talk
call the cops, on they ass don't wanna box
Eating good shoutout to ock, Is what it is not what it's not
Made me mad I'm in my duffy now, she wanna cuff
I just hit 1K monthlies on Spotify, where’s my gold plaque?
Made out with your bitch, but she had a lot of tooth plaque
Call me Aladdin, ‘cause I
turned it down
Bass Bass Bass
Pete the special mic isn't working
What do you
Alright I'll get to it in a second where's my dad
Pete can you plug me in
These Niggas off one perc
Two perc
Pressed perc
Blue perc
Buddy acting Tee'd up
Put him onna T shirt
My family call me Vaughn
But she a hoe
So I
A Buddy Guy, a Biggie and a Sly and the Family Stone
My kind of country has a George Jones, crazy and wild
Drinking White Lightning like it was going
songs and my guitar
Is that just how it goes, one day you're 12 years old
And the next ya try and figure out your life
Time flies ain't a joke, keep your
Tell me not no tell me to
No tell me tell me tell me
So I know what to do
Should I just play my guitar
Should I scream or should I sing
Or should I
who plays the best piano by far
When he plays with the bass and guitar
They holler, "Beat me up Daddy, beat me Daddy, eight to the bar"
The people
the best piano by far
When he plays with the bass and guitar
They holler beat me up Daddy, beat me Daddy, eight to the bar
The people gather around when
me frame the situation as a lie
My little buddy helps me handle everything like I'm a normal guy
My little buddy puts a window in-between me
tomorrow
Praying to the Lord for my sorrow
Getting all these money that's the motto
Fuckin on a bitch I hit the lotto
Solo me and I can be a nice guy
Wait
myself so I'm trying
To keep myself all in check, by writing dozens of rhymes (Listen to your heart)
It's time I listen to my heart when it starts talking
companies
Who didn't like my tunes
She followed me when finally
I sold my old guitar
She tried to help me
Understand I'd never be a star
Rock
o)
Why they call me lucky guy
Call Me Grace I got it from God we serve
I got faith everything be working out
We ain't blind but we never roll by
buddy, Keep it moving buddy)
I just hope that y'all are ready
See, I never really meant to stab my dad with that knife
See, the plan was to insert
"Oh-Holy Cow! Really!?"
M2: "And it's bleeding on me, man."
Joe: "It's bleeding on ya? Well watch out!"
M2: "Look at my hand, man."
Joe: "Yeah?"
M2: "It-It's
a minute
You can have my truck, the old house too
The Winnebago, the fast boat and the pontoon
Take this old guitar, take my buddy John
You can have it
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