Lyrics:
forget to mention
All the beds I slept in
When I had bad intentions
Box me then let you go cause I can't have possession
Written By: Josh Seabrook
Produced
bight and strong
They carried William Deacon's body down from old Green Mountain yesterday
He was crashed by a rollin' grabble truck when he stepped out
Well how do you do private William Mcbride
Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside?
I'll rest for awhile in the warm summer sun
I've been
stopped by today
At Hank Williams's grave
My hero from the days of my youth
Was that him or me
That I used to be
In the times when I searched for
Family your true possessions, admit I made some mistakes
Can't blame it on adolescence, so infected with greed
Having something to see
I was running in
It's Q-Tip, the ass-jack
Will.i.am and Sergio
Q-tip steady rockin' on yo' radio
It's the eh, it's the ethnic
It's the hip hop dance, let's sing
can cling to a ramblin' rose?
Your Cheatin' Heart
(Hank Williams)
Your cheatin' heart
Will make you weep
You'll cry and cry
You'll try to sleep.
But
[Pharrell Williams]
Yo...
I go by the name... (I'm yo' pusha)
of Pharrell from the Neptunes...
And I just wanna let y'all know... (I'm yo' pusha)
the soft southern winds in the live oak trees
And those Williams boys they still mean a lot to me
Hank and Tennessee
I guess we're all gonna be what we're
now)
And
Nah, nah, nah
Yo, Mister Will.I.Am (Mister Will.I.Am)
Win or win (Mister Will.I.Am)
Get our boogie on when the weekend come
Check
looking at the walls come in
My bitch with my possession
No rest I feel lonely
Life of a rockstar nigga I be feeling like a rockstar
Shaken by the life
Bring your pills
Nothing can stop me
I'm against your will
I'm the dream you can't leave
I'm the devil in your books
Unholy possession
Unholy possession
Chorus:
cGcB
Ghostbusters can suck the D
Time for a possession you can trust from me
It's a busta suicide via puppetry
[Most hustlas don't fuck with
Living my
Living my best life
Living my best life
In possession of a treasure
Yet in abstinence of pleasure
Only for the extasy wind to burn my spine
Robert Williams smack that hoe!
Ain't no Chris Breezy, everything i do real easy
Go by the palm tree's that shits really breezy, no hurricane
The doc hit
said to me is defaced and replaced
By the all of the hate
How does it taste coming out of your face
You are what you say
Talking that trash
From sides
(Codeine)
Hype Williams, Little X
If you don't say it direct
Could give a fuck, ayy, yeah, yeah
I put some ice on her hand
I let her take an advance
Williams ain't bound by no stone|Yodel
letters never sent
And when he's home his dance card is full
But when he's with me he plays by his own rules
William, run home--go wash your face
Run away
and sing my haunted songsBecause the ghost of hank Williams ain't bound by no stone(Yodel)
a fuckin' sandwich
Osama Impression bro, fuck you William
And fuck your fat whore
Bitch, you can suck my balls
I fuck you by force
Donald Trump Impression
mother
Oh is it my brother John
Or is it my sweet William, my own true love
To Scotland new come home
It is not your father, it is not your mother
It is
the whole town scared to death
When he walked by they all held their breath
He's a fightin' man, sure enough
And then Bill got himself a wife
Now he leads
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