Lyrics:
of the few that disagree with me
And got your own views about who's really that dude
Well,
The south movement got ten months left
And come valentines day
goes by
Ion let them people know I’m from
Let them people know I'm from the south
All gold in they mouth
When monkey jeans went hard with the forces
on a playground blacktop
I'm just a moment, so don't let me pass you by
We could be a story in the morning, but we'll be a legend tonight
I'm just a moment, so
selves wanted full control to tell the story of the other side
And this is what they told
The same story as I'm getting old
Tryna turn glitter to gold
And everybody in the country speak honkey tonk
They might boot scoot and boogie every Friday night
To the same old songs, DJ play my song
Well, everybody in
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it
And I've been prepping
For the next world war
Just doing my research
On the bathroom floor
It's the same old story
Same old day
Torn open by bullets
move,
And choose the course you're running.
Down at the edge, round by the corner,
Not right away, not right away.
Close to the edge, down by a river,
don't care about you, they just want to control you
And what better way than by using what made you
We've all heard the stories and countless old wives
to the side
When I'm sober got more to gain
Life been goin crazy
But I remain the same
Fascinated by my problems
Safe to say they entertained
Look I do this by
shit, but I could back up game
The way you silly motherfuckers on the
Mic talk the same old same
How you wouldn't hesitate to
Kill, buck, rack, attack
Ask
depend
A grand old lady in her castle surrounded by a flock of grandkids
All begging her for a story of what she did as a kid
Zoe speaks with a twinkle in
Adrenaline pumping, heart pacing, racing, altercations, we lit
Blood drip stain the ground, bug it down, you hit
Same hood, different day, same
And they all mine shiny things the same
Your cell phone screen is lain
With choice minerals of today contained
Mined by people whos tribes were slain
to the south
The old bird's gonna nest.
The radio gonna play our songs sometimes
And make me smile, erase some miles,
And make the time go by.
Time as we
punk, slack up.
Watch your weak posse before they get smacked up.
One by one, two by two, three by, Yo P
[Parrish]
What's Up E.D.?
Pass
East cause I'm sick of South moved West to head North
That's a true story
Follow me on my tour of the misunderstood
Live for tomorrow's tomorrow
If
keep singing that same old song
Adventure is dangerous but routine is lethal
I'm meant to be famous consumed by the evil
My method is deadly, my mood is
read the same old stories on the same old pages
But I need a reason to keep movin' on
Yeah so I won't stop singin', singin' my song
Why's this world so
When I first heard this song, I was a little boy growing up
Down in the state of South Carolina
The song had been written and recorded by a man
story id like to stay I cant I know
Its the same old stupid reasons as to why I'm always gone
A rolling stone out here by myself searching for lost souls
manslaughter by decree
Thirty years at maximum, but soon Claude would break free.
There's two sides two this story, there may be no right or wrong,
who held the gun
And with sightless eyes shot down the one
Called old Juan de la Cruz
The rest of our story now soft and clear
How half our daily bread
mistakes, I'm gonna ride right past
And try it again, try it again
Everybody living out the age old story
Hurting and they loving and they fight
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