Lyrics:
lots of country singers on your side
Now Hank said a lot when he said saw the light
It helped us country pickers make it through the night
Peace In
bands I got bands bitch you better back up
9 all on my waste fuck boy in my face
Bring that yellow tape shorty wanna taste liquor by the case
My boys they
stretch marks, with black girl asses
Upscale extravagant, no autographs
Tell the Backstreet Boys I'm arrogant
Lady singers and rappers, I'm Keith
lurking deep in the sea
Will come singers and artists aplenty
We'll rig the darts and tables, and our unwritten code
Will be kind to every outcast who's
I went downtown to a place I've played before
I looked around
He's backstage by the door
Sitting by his amp
He smiled at me
The man in the band is
I don't care what you told niggas
Or who you gased up, you ain't no damn winner
ED O.G.'s the lead singer and you just a band member
Yo, you just
We will mark their age
On the door jamb
By the white bookshelf case
And the morning
When they're moving on
They will still be here
Let's turn the barn
the corner.
Close to the end, down by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
III. I Get Up, I Get Down
Anderson/Howe
In her white lace
You
testing
Dressing thuggy
Accompanied by a sexy bunny
Straight out of a burlesque show
She'll sever the ring finger of the lead singer
And stir a fresh bowl
the singers shall join
In the heavenly band
What a time we will have over there
What a time we will have when
We see Mom and Dad
What a time we will have over
songs… and by 13 years old had his own band, and started learning the ropes of recording and producing a record.
Mark grew up listening to, performing
He used to sing all of these songs
For just about ev'ryone
He used to be the shining star
In every karaoke bar
The Karaoke King is dead, the Karaoke
into the night
With no days passed of endless fright
At the end of sorrow
You will fade in the crystal lands
I say
Never stop believing
That you'll
lesson
Well you shoulda done, coulda done, woulda done better by me, ahh
You took me in the back ‘cuz you don't want commitment (Singer tell me now)
You
out, I black out or back out
I'm looking for someone ug' to beat the crap out
I'm bringing you rap singers two middle fingers
To flip you off in
Machine against man
And the planet's in ruins
But by then we will have
Mastered the craft of
Creating cloned soldiers so we don't have to
Come out of hiding
bout it
Be chef'in in kitchens whippin' these razors still cuttin' my hands up
Out here trappin' out tha bando nigga just gettin' his bands up
Salutin'
and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They
Say he's smokin' Rick, We get down on him, run down in the street
We don't do no drive-by, slide-by We just run down, take your heat
Say you wanna
other thug, to beat the crap out
I'm bringin you rap singers two middle fingers
I flip you off in French, then translate in English
Then I'ma vanish
Machine against man and the
Planet's in ruins
But by then we will have mastered the craft
Of creating clone soldiers to we don't have
(to) come out
anyway.
We will keep you in the dark, you walk by the mark, you walk by the mark.
You misjudge me by my size. Forever in line, forever in line.
You
laced by the sick slang singer
Fold time and space like a big bang bringer
Young jedis you will avoid a lot unnecessary complications
As soon as you
Desmond has a barrow in the market place
Molly is the singer in a band
Desmond says to Molly "girl, I like your face"
And Molly says this as she
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