Lyrics:
When I was a growing boy
A-rocking on my daddy's knee
Daddy took an old guitar and sang
Bury me on the lone prairie
Uncle Bob sat at the piano
bound|Hell-bent and Nashville bound, wiskey bottles by the pound|Devil's tryin' to keep me down, hundred miles to guitar town|Hell-bent and Nashville bound
superstar (you'll be my boo)
Superstar, baby, I'm your number one fan by far
Superstar (one, two, three, four)
Baby boy, listen to me now (so what's
For me, you be down, and when we turn it over
We be turning up, yeah, I got you by my side, yeah, we lit, lit, lit
Baby, do you want me to take you
plus 50 with me
How many pray on yo downfall
Many men like 50 with me
That's why I can't be around ya
Like my bitches with brown skin
Nah I can't fuck
I'm drifting by the sea
My mind is feeling free
Some quiet time alone
a soft wind blows straight through me
I close my eyes and picture your face
you're on
Get it ricky ric' -- what's wrong? my weed gone!
Who stole it? -- I don't know, y'all motherfuckers tell me
I broke it up and left the room
to use
My little bro acts too loose
T Dot, YT love cruise
And tek' man's stuff
Get caught by the blues
It was me that day in the Two's
With my broski Lz
magic
I know you want this vlassic
Jurrasic
Got her doing flips like she gymnastic
Fantastic
Hit her in my rickys these not stans smiths
Trashy
Wake up
entrapped in endless hate then we resent our faces
I feel impacted by the things you say you watch my moves
Your finding reasons to belittle me that shit is
holding me back
I put myself and my team on the map
By putting my soul in each one of these tracks
Riding through my city sitting pretty
Cruising in my subi
ass full of candy, pussy on my face, cure a pretty nigga acne, she a baddie baddie, shordy lips taste like brandy and she be nasty nasty, riding me in
know we making you black
And you stay fucking with that
You my niggas is platinum
Can you deal with the fact?
Me and the fact getting money
With my
wanna compete (Okay)
They mad cause Juke is elite (Okay)
Ricky the Geo my feet, for free (For real)
Bitch, I'm relaxed
Bitch, I'm laid back
The Tesla
the best thing that I ever heard
You have left a fingerprint on me
Just dust and then you'll surely see
I've got my reservations
And I hate my
rave for me well that was equinox, voodoo Magic all night straight popping off
A London Something pure vibes letting off
Dubplate set it off Mic man
rave for me well that was equinox, voodoo Magic all night straight popping off
A London Something pure vibes letting off
Dubplate set it off Mic man
you did
Now I will move on
This time is very clear
You better hear me out
I am so over you
You were the one that hurt me pretty bad (Pretty bad)
By not
on my dick
And they be on my shit
You would think I got one by thighs (Ew)
You know my lil' niggas pop like surprise
They aim and shoot, lock and
Shoot
Now i went out last Sunday with my little Mary Anne
She said please stay 'till Monday and she grabbed me by the can
She laid a big one on me
Sipping on this Kopparberg while Zane plays guitar
Wishing I was still with you
You were laying in my arms
And I was trying to talk about philosophy
Still hitting threes like I'm down at the court
Triplet here, triplet there, cannot compare
Me to the rest, I'm not the best but I'm
Pretty damn close
breathless words of love
Spoken as the wild world slips away from me now
But there's something I reach for
On my guitar I play like the sun will come up
This
)
Cuz you're all that I have ever known (Forever, I won't let you go)
Tell me your pretty lies
And stay right here by my side
A couple minutes are enough
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