Lyrics:
we'll overcome, when we get back in the saddle faith will bring us on.
All the promises I have, hidden deep in my heart, I recall after all, of my worst
we'll overcome, when we get back in the saddle faith will bring us on.
All the promises I have, hidden deep in my heart, I recall after all, of my worst
Don't fence me in
Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle
Underneath the western skies
On my Cayuse, let me wander over yonder
Till I see
at will
Did seven on the slide, 8 worldwide
I'll be on my third Bentley by the time I'm at 9
I hear 'em crying, "You gon' sell out?" Ya damn right!
I
a heart I can hang my hat on, hat on
Boy by now I'm usually long gone, long gone
I wanna set down the saddle
Take off the boots
You're the only home that
to saddle up the Tontos cause I'm the Lone Ranger
I eat dinner with Jews but don't talk to strangers
I'm just a few albums from filling your disc changer
If
(Flame On)
Yeah I know you motherfuckers don't like me
Yeah I know you bitches mad you ain't wifey
Yeah I know the jewelry real icy
Yeah I know my
game it ain't the same, so don't cry baby
Just sit by Mixxy, but dimed us cam D
So I stack my backpack (for the raps), going to Cali (comin back)
Tricks
other and their glasses clinked
One single unit, inseparably linked
"Got a strange premonition there's a man close by"
"Don't worry about him, he wouldn't
guidance
If loving you is wrong
I don't wanna be right
Am I wrong to wanna hold you through the night
Am I wrong to wanna be right by your side?
You said
horse
I said, I lost everything but this saddle in my second divorce
And if you don't mind, I'll keep the rest to myself.
She said she'd put herself
on the corners
Life will keep existing while I'm shitin' on the corners
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he
humming
Dynamite, dynamite, clef I got the cash
Yo let's skip town like harlem nights
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my
you met me
Long nights with the homies
I know sometimes it’s lonely
But like Ginuwine
When I get home
I let you ride the pony
My saddles waiting
Nah
Dogg Pound, LA zuu
Shit ain't even real no more
(Ain't nothing stop, don't stop
That's for damn sure)
Holla at my homie Pac and shit
(I heard 2Pac fucked
of the chain I'm on
My time yo Rolex and that phone it don't compare to the time I'm on
Anywhere I step I drip with the OP drip I flex no stick but I told you
don't wanna waste your time
I'll put my heart on the line for you
It's the middle of the night
We in the middle of life baby
So let your hair down
The money would be pretty good
If a quart of milk were still a dollar
Or even if a quart of milk were still a quart
And the hours, well, I don
head
They don't know, where we've been
We got that concrete street skin
The only way I'm leavin' is dead
That's the state of my, state of my, state
death row
Inside Amanda's we was a dancin' with all of Amanda's gals
I won some silver at seven card stud so I was out doin' my pals
But the whiskey
Inside Amanda's we was a dancin' with all of Amanda's gals
I won some silver at seven card stud so I was out doin' my pals
But the whiskey and mescal,
stayin' home cryin'
I hate to watch him die but this is my cowboy's last ride
Cowboy remembers the old trails we rode and he's back in the saddle
your horse?
I said I lost everything but this saddle in my second divorce
And if you don't mind
I'll keep the rest to myself
She said, she'd put
Gods in heaven hear my message, I want to be your vassal
Hassled by the devils shackles, Gods armies destroys castles
Bursting in with guns
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