Lyrics:
poor, thought we had plenty of money
Thought everybody had piece of mind and a piece of land
I didn't know I was country
Thank God I am
You went
Poor ol’ Jimmy Biscuit
Was baptized by a pixie
Who drank a lotta whiskey
In the pub where he way born
Poor ol’ Jimmy Biscuit
Way married
the venom
She sleeps with the shirt of a late, great country singer
Stretched out upon her poor jealous husband's pillow
In time you can turn these
Oklahoma Black Wall Street
You say it's a gang if five black boys meet
Nothing but oppression is inherited by the meek
It's been over 500 years and freedom
I'ma country boy in my heart
I'ma country boy in these parts
I'ma country boy on my land
I'ma country boy I don't bend
Uh, want some freedom I'll
with a crown on, look at what it took
We're on a different page if you did it by the book
Ironically everything is raw when I cook
I'm reaching for it,
with us right away
La la la la la
Let's going back to our country
Let's going back to our home
Maybe meet you up by the seaside
You and me will be back
ragged with twice my style.
You've been put together by error and trial,
But there's no error in the glint of your smile.
A city boy can sense it
a three month sentence
And poor Billy hid his face
The judge said "Lock that boy away
Give him three months to repay
His debt to society for lack
mistake, this shit is real
Boy, you should have known by now
Eazy-Duz-It enough to make a nigga go crazy
Sean Price, Bushwick Bill
Bushwick Bill is
High school water ballet
Is a great escape
From awkward boys
Locker rooms
And competitive sporting games
So, if you have to take PE
Why not be
WALTER:
Calm yourself, young Nathan. As always, there’s a spot up here on my lap just for you. And it’s getting cold! Brrrr!
NATHAN:
Oh, boy!
UNCLE
‘Cause it's a, country chiller, redneck flotilla yeah
kind of party lasts all afternoon
Just down the road a way
well there's an ol' waterway
ya
Somali Boy, Somali Boy, Somali Boy
Yard Man
From the horn of
From the horn of Mama Africa
Ten10
Mogadishu
Mogadishu
Block Man
Mogadishu
That's why
It'll just look ugly
For a thousand years...)
You can't run a country
By a book of religion
Not by a heap
Or a lump or a smidgeon
Of foolish rules
ever get there
See you when you get there
More temptation than faith, I guess we livin' for the day
I seen a man get swept off his feet, by a boy
won't have to run away
Everybody thinking, is staying here really worth it?
It's hard to get a job, even the country isn't working
Mofe l'owo bi'yorin
If
Her first years three to six,
Playin' house and pick up sticks,
With little Jimmy todd ,the boy next door.
In the first and second grade
Her X
for exams on how to be a fool
It's no wonder I'm annoyed
'Cos the state is overjoyed
Just to teach a poor boy
How to join the unemployed
I'm so sick
ever get there
See you when you get there
More temptation than faith, I guess we livin' for the day
I seen a man get swept off his feet, by a boy
the golden code
Their as crooked as country road
VERSE III
Those back stab’n liars who want our vote
Smiling when they get our throat
Poor folks know how they
the shore with a wave of her hand
To a town disappeared and a boy unaware
That he wades into reeds with her every prayer
Now there's a cut on my cheek that I
that foreign products we can buy too
Just remember to spend right here for that red white and blue
I'm a patriotic good old southern boy to the T
Been
The Lower East Side began
Punk fashion as well
With ripped clothes and spiked hair
Worn by a poet named Richard Hell
Hell was in Television, The Neon Boys
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