Lyrics:
luck
Like ahuh yeu yeu get hit by a truck
Playin' catch a girl, fuck a girl
Throw her in a sandwich
Just a young boy doing grown man shit
my time
I have to stick by her, too, while I'm serving her time
It's kind of romantic if you think about it, Rand
A man can't testify against his wife
The preacher man says it's the end of time
And the Mississippi River, she's a goin' dry
The interest is up and the stock market's down
And you
and this man, oh
With dirty big hands for her husband was who
(Was who?) was Wild Bill the wrestler
Although she was charming
I felt this alarming he was
Down at the corner by a hot-dog stand
I seen a man, I said, 'howdy friend'
I guess there's just us two
He screamed a bit and away he flew
Thought I was
me here ya, uh oh
West side on time let me here ya, uh oh
What, that's why man yo breath smell like shit
If yo momma breath smelled like that nigga
While resting the other evening by the side of the road
I saw an old farmer in the field that he just hold
His face was all brown and wrinkled by
yes this time/ and the old that I knew/ out the window (By any means necessary) x2
My intentions are new (my intentions all new) yes this time…
My
That's been banging and booming and blowing forever
That knows your troubles a hundred times over
You need a Greyhound bus that don't bar no race
That
High blood pressure pills prescribed by Dr. Lawrence
Got me gainin' weight, fuckin' up my right kidney
Cousin raped that school allow' with me
The preacher man says it's the end of time
And the Mississippi River, she's a going dry
The interest is up and the stock markets down
And you only
And by the end of that thought I ain't got no time remaining
Let me get my ass up cus I know I'm not staying
Tryna get up out the same old shit huh
Tryna
Everyone in Nacadoches knew Tom Ame's would come to some bad end
Well the sheriff had caught him stealin' chickens and such
By the time that he
broken mommy's running wild
And when he is grown up and broken
Can't you hear the preacher say
My Daddy can fix anything
So don't throw that boy away
From
that, let that, let that, let that, let that go
This ain't a game like tic-tac-toe
Seen better man get snaked 'pon road
All by somebody they call bro
(my man)
And don't you mess with him
Brother said he been robbed so many times
I reckon he just couldn't take it no more
He took a five dollar bill
Wife 2 times, with 2 guys, now enlightened in speeches
Seemed to flow out your mouth with the hype of a preacher
Took your whole life to reach you, now
on the nickel spot
Gangsta P got 30 for a nickel rock, repeated offender
Should've told that nigga stop 'fore they ate him for dinner
The church ran by a sinner
on the nickel spot
Gangsta P got 30 for a nickel rock, repeated offender
Should've told that nigga stop 'fore they ate him for dinner
The church ran by a sinner
kids too, give some loving to him
If you stand by your man and everything he do
There's nothing in the world he wouldn't do for you
That's true
Do I
And a man from Westmeath called Malone
There was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule
And fighting Bill Tracey from Dover
And your man Mick McCann from
many pills
I'm at a funeral for an old friend
Soon its gonna be me
But the Heaven the Preacher keeps talking about
That don't interest me
When my time is
I know what Heaven means to me, 1968 in Lebanon Tennessee
Now its 2021 and times flying by, and I'm starting to feel old
Pap and Grandma have both
'em
(What about all the other times, nigga?)
Funny how they can be so forgetful
Of all that other shit I say yes to (they forgot about that, huh?)
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