Lyrics:
Ain't no hellos
Or how you doings
Ain't no good mornings
Ain't no hellos
Or how you doings
Ain't no good mornings
Silly me oh me I
Made the same
shit was gone by the next morning
Young wild nigga runnin' with me
Homicide wasn't nothing to us
Dead body wasn't nothin' to see
That pistol play was
to get keys
At fifteen, I was full-grown
Get wrong, get bust on
My uncle gave me a bunch of work
And that shit was gone by the next morning
Young wild
shit was gone by the next morning
Young wild nigga runnin' with me
Homicide wasn't nothing to us
Dead body wasn't nothin' to see
That pistol play was
I been holding down for the sake of My fam
Fighting demons with my upper left Hand
I been working hard on my Jim carry Act
Don't want the impact Ima
I had a bad day down at the factory, and needed to unwind
So on the way back home I found a honky tonk, down by the county line
So I stopped in
nights at 11 p.m. Eastern and 10 p.m. Central[01:00.68]Look, here comes Jim now[01:03.26]3.45 in the morning, no sleep[01:05.60]Kick in your door around
milestone
Jim Morrison on the needle dose
Paul Walker on a pink slip race
Asian girl give me Suki head on a Kill Bill grace
I'm Michael Vick with the OJ Myth
matters
Cooking pancakes up on the stove
Cooking pancakes up on the stove
Flapjack duty bid for by my wife
Making chocolate chips my now normal life
Cooking
her and you know I need you in my life
Early in the morning waking up to the beat
Its a good ol day got a kiss on my cheek
Feel like a boss so I
her and you know I need you in my life
Early in the morning waking up to the beat
Its a good ol day got a kiss on my cheek
Feel like a boss so I
her and you know I need you in my life
Early in the morning waking up to the beat
Its a good ol day got a kiss on my cheek
Feel like a boss so I
her and you know I need you in my life
Early in the morning waking up to the beat
Its a good ol day got a kiss on my cheek
Feel like a boss so I
[Intro: Jim Jones]
Uh-huh, Jones, one-two, one-two
G's up, you know who I am, Jones, the struggle
New York's mine
[Jim Jones:]
Can it be it was all
sleep smack good morning
Quit your snoring
Roll Blue Dream
Need a forgien
Blood sweat tears pouring
Ain't boring just routine
We soaring while recording
Cranberry black & it's sponsored by artist
IMOB the Gang the Art in the Party
We call it AV, black & gold on the bottle
Vacay to Ibiza, Pj in the morning
Got
Came a long way from 8-0
Now I go to anywhere that I say go
Used to dish it to my mama with the rates low
Now I sow it and plant em just by
A LADY LIKE YOU
Writers Keith Stegall, Jim Weatherly
Here I am just an ordinary man
And my virtues are few
And I'm amazed
Every morning when I wake
When appetites and psychological types
Get caught in the hype
It's tight from morning 'til night
I'm demanding my rights
Women's suffrage then black
invite my buddy Jacks Daniels,
And Jim Beam, and his cousin Evan Williams
And we're gonna get Uncle George Dickel
Go up to Old Grand Dads house up by Knob
ok, cuz
Oh, so please don't go too far
Send pictures to remind me exactly where you are
Oh, when every morning's done
Look up to the sky and anticipate
You shook by the power of a reckless greed
c washed up hero enjoying his drink again
Maybe in the morning he will think again
Until then the only
to complain), I never complain
When I get up each morning, there's nothing to breathe but air, (Yeah)
(And when I look in the mirror, there's nothing to comb
It was a fine left coast morning
And I found myself planted outside
The Cap 'N' Cork
Tipping back the hops
In order to calm my dancing hands
You
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