Lyrics:
messing around with your head
I'm a monster
Take you down, all the rage
Never going to live up
to your expectations
Call the town, make some noise
Hope I
I?m starin? at the four walls
Sittin? here, waitin? by the telephone
Your words are runnin? through my mind child
Cut me like a knife, you don?t
about respect?
I'll put your bitch in check, and I'll bet
You won't run up, son of a punk and a bitch, too
I shoulda did a drive by on you and your
nobody fuckin with my bro from morningside
he go by bubba and he hit that dance with thunder
I ain't from dallas but I d town boogie
I show my moves off
wanna know
When I treat it like it's gold
Should I still be feeling low
Down , down
My town still knows
Cuz I treat it like it's home
How you feel I'll
on the town
With her hand in mine and god damn she fine
And folks is staring, I don't care because I'm lost in her, I'm staring too
Honey let's play life like
in a slight breeze, the vortices swirling 'round us
When we reached Jerome's tapered paths up there
They said that the town was closed, doors shuttered
say what goes around will come around
But there's nothin' in this world to hold me down
was badder
I climb it like a ladder she's feenin like a clucka
The homies in the motion make it hard for a sucka
Cause I blow blueberry that's something
around
You better stay in town
This is it homie
I put it down for San Diego
All the homies got a 40
And I grot the bow and arrows
One the 6-2 cruise
I'm going hard for what it's worth
I'm smoking in rotation
I can't deal with them on earth
Now I'm in the stars turnin'
Towns into my turf
I'm Mr
way
His daddy raised him the same
Years go by like the clouds in the sky
But nothin' round here's gonna change
We gonna drink, we gonna yell
We gonna
messing around with your head
I'm a monster
Take you down, all the rage
Never going to live up
to your expectations
Call the town, make some noise
Hope I
Life without you would be a Tuesday at the motel
By the Dennys on the dingy side of town
Watchin' dirty water stream down a clouded window pane
changing in the mirror while I'm standin like an old stop sign.
Yeah "courage" said the man,
when you see your whole life turnin out nothin like you'd
We're hittin' te road for a couple of weeks
We got places to go we got people to meet
So all you cool cats come in off the street
Yo daddy yo
your flowers, now I get 'em by the dozen, they ain't believe in me (me)
Rich spill, Louis V, Chrome Heart and Tom Ford
Couldn't afford a watch, now I
jump go to town with the Rydas on
Pump, pump go the bucket with a dawg of his own
At your funeral your dead but that ain't nothin
Best bet bad ass Bullet
There ain't a four-lane road within twenty-some'n miles of here.
This town ain't got a Walmart an' never, ever will.
There's a church an' a fillin'
gonna be on you when they see you hit dat dougie right?
Ain't nobody fuckin' with my bro from Morningside
He go by Bubba and he hit dat dance like
Controllin' my thoughts (uh)
Stroll in my troubled mind
All of my wants (uh)
All of my stubborn pride
Don't mind once
I ain't had sober mind in
Ooooh oooh ya
Well I heard you're back in town and you're all alone
I wanna see you right now 'fore the night's too old
I don't wanna hear you sayin?
There ain't a four lane road within twenty some miles of here
This town ain't got a Wal-mart and never ever will
There's a church and filling
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