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service, here is a carriage clock to watch the time go by
We hope the pension is sufficient to provide for times like these
It's worth a mention, you can
HOME FIRES JIM PETERIK FOR TOBY H
JULY 20, 2018
ROAD SIGNS HYPNOTIZE ME
STATE LINES FLYING BY ME
WHERE THERE'S A SHOW
THERE I MUST GO
A BAND
every day
Legendary like bobby Boucher
Fuck a drip I be making it spray
I live by what ever I say
Do not know to many that can relate
Manakin I can tell
Alright
Yesterday is gone
Today is a new day
Come on man
I'll tell you what
Give me one last push
Push
Push
Please don't tell me
You're giving up now
blue
Yeah, that arcade love was all just a sham
Man, I really thought I was the Jim to your Pam
Man, I kept ya safe and warm like a big Teddy
But all
Vocals, instruments and all other noises by john jack
*Each of these songs were, directly or indirectly, inspired or at the very least, influenced by
According To Jim
Shouts to SpDubb on this
Ahuh
Yo I'm all in
And dear God in these streets
They wanna know if you handle or you gon call men
If you never
about life
And what I could have done right
Hopefully one day I can make it right before I fuckin die
All these scars in my brain got me going insane
a gram, you need to get a scale
UPS ya figures, put your feet in the mail, bitch
Hook
Verse 2
Jim Jones:
I'm pumping Murder Was The Case by Snoop Doggy
Chevy whip
Chillin on the porch, dont give a fuck
Herberts gettin bud lite outta his truck
Days like these keep my heart tearin
Why did you have to go
circles
Are these the good old days
You don't when you're in it
Like seeing a younger version of yourself who feels the same
If I'm driving you home
If
spot the flakes the snakes and those rats
Faker than a fairy Jim Carrey with those masks
Unbury your whole casket rapping on these beats
Off the internet
a cab and grab me handle
Of whisky - Jim Beam Black, I can handle my whisky.
Tipsy when they ship me back
You should trade your day job for days off
Tell
day one
These niggas can play dumb like my shit anit hot
Baking soda coke and water watch me rise to the top
Bang bang like Craig pops
Man down like
may still be stories that have never been told about people just like you and me
Jim Jiminy Jeepers, the torchlight shows our heroes as creepers who
Like a romance, push a nigga buttons like a program
I been on the Jäger for a day-ger watch me slow dance
Tough as Conan this the art of barbarian
I
mask yeah
Too many niggas wanna be us but can't be
Blue fitted, blue J's, Jim Clancy
Plan's skeet, a modern day Meyer Lansky
Lighters by the pantry
thing you can't begrudge a kid is his dumb shit
[Verse Two]
The day begins at noon, I'm blessed get dressed and groom
In tune with Chops and Styles,
for the plummet
Now I'm opening these clips crawlin through mud pits
With guns and hundreds of clips on Uncle Sam's budget
Hundred rifles itself,
UrbNet Records
Which is ran by Darryl Rodway
It was the first time I had my music out on the national level
Around that time I started doing my first
Me and JJ abrams, we just finished texting
Before I hit the session
Life is such a blessing
Sonning these rappers like a
Father in confession
Shorty
with the street man
He still sparking, go ahead nigga leap feel frogish
These streets I harnish, my peeps my partners
Cam, Jim, Zeek my sponsors,
learn (I'm high)
I use my Colt 45 to shoot down your Olde English
By the time that I'm finished I peel the caps off six Guinness
Skwad Training helps
heart been cold too froze like Ben & Jerrys
Im looking for the place I belong like where's Perry
Laughing at my own fucking jokes like Jim Carey
Im
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