Lyrics:
Been a player since Freeze Pops, nigga, Now 'N Laters
I used to be well connected like an operator
I used to rub on some of the teachers
Im no sweet pretender
Dont promise u anything
But im the legal tender
Il try get u everything
We took the blues to the stations & the doorways n
smoke up fam but I’ll use your hash
Goodbye, I’ve gotta dash
See me leave with blue smoke and a quick flash
Walk back, red face, looking all mad
You’ll be
Second generation tradesman
No digs in Nazareth at this time of year
Dodging me a census taker
Out of Egypt aint that a bitch
Mary and Joe well
Different shade of blue over me and you
Brand new fear
And when we're chatting by the fire
You sign a new deal
Bring you on a ride
Up in my rocket
I
future promising yeah yeah
Got God up all up in my ear
Walking by faith ain't no fear
But you won't believe what happened last year
Mentally, I wasn't
sus 'cause I look up to Lil
Nas X more than Nas and that’s pure hate
My dad thought I was gay for
Years until he saw my girl
Ain't it ironic I’m the one
And blows smoke like a chimney
No? well, get with me (bitch)
I'm bound to break the barricades babbling
A hundred thousand fucking savage apes
So welcome
Hear my tale of tragedy:
Faustus:
"Alas, philosophy I have explored
as well as medicine and law
add to these regrettably
my studies in theology
Yet
And the summer colors shone bright
Open fields of goldenrod
The sky a soft stone
Sapphire and selenite
Agate, blue lace
And a pale white bone and brush
All
by side in our dressing gowns
And waited for the sundown
To embrace the blue lit town.
She became my black leach,
Sucking all my energy.
She
music and lyrics by Corb Lund
The show was a big one, an olde rodeo
They'd been trying to hire us for a few years or so
The grandstand was
The tops of crags and cliffs, the air is thin
So we'll find a mountain path on down the hill
Meet me where the snow mount flows
It is there, my
Shout out to the bitch I want, yeah, she don't
Shout out to the bitch I want, know damn well she don't want me
She got a nigga few years later, duh,
We can make it right for us
We can make it right for us
This for everybody that been through the struggle
Black, white, red or blue
We all
your homie
Yeah I know I'm in first grade
And you probably in 20
But I'll stick right by your hip
Like your grip if you let me
See my mama be trippin'
bring up all the bad shit and go and mad here
Make up all the sad shit and just go down on the last year
We can have forever in a moments notice
Turn
there
Time was spent
Time was wasted
And full of fears
We'll have a laugh
Looking back
In a hundred years
Probably what it's gonna take
til we
Rat race, daily hustle, juggle
Everyday struggle slave, concrete jungle
Survival of the fittest
Blue collar white collar
Black collar' made it up
But
they would smell me up
In Wells after delivering fish
Everyday same jam, Kyle, Jim and Dan
Years 'til we're finished
Fixated on that minute hand
Never
Oh Lawdy mama those Friday nights
When Suzie wore her dresses tight
And the Crocodile Rocking was out of sight
But the years went by and the rock
Oh Lawdy mama those Friday nights
When Suzie wore her dresses tight
And the Crocodile Rocking was out of sight
But the years went by and the rock
Oh Lawdy mama those Friday nights
When Suzie wore her dresses tight
And the Crocodile Rocking was out of sight
But the years went by and the rock
can overcome what mentally dad did well
While I count the days in my padded cell
(Several women a day are killed by ah, battering)
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