Lyrics:
call on my gal,
Now remember, old pal,
When you get back home.
(Repeat Refrain)
""Life's A Funny Proposition After All
Music and Lyrics by George M.
I'm high
Cause it's the only thing that ever makes the rain stop
Barely get by we get by and I'm tired I'm tired
Steady looking for a high
cannot erase
Take copy and paste
Penning these verses and eight
The penmanship I exude is of dystopian taste
Characterized by world issues full
Of drama
the studio
To be co-produced by George Martin and Jeff Lynne
And Ringo disappointed to find that no one
Needs him anymore except for the vibe
Because he's been
my feelings can't ignore
His songs will make you happy
Or they'll chill you to the bone
A gift to us from Texas
George Possum Jones
(Chorus 1
Stay open like 7/11 that's 24/7, when you need some hot shit
Stop by and get you a beverage, I'm servin'
My rhymes like nickels and dimes
Plug it
Stay open like 7/11 that's 24/7, when you need some hot shit
Stop by and get you a beverage, I'm servin'
My rhymes like nickels and dimes
Plug it
never been a scuffler
I make these rap dudes get they hustle up (hustle up)
This a one of one, this a thumbs up
I left some dope money in a Sun Trust
and a getaway spot
These are just a few of the
Things that I have not
I'm so stone-cold broke, you
Know it's no joke, I get
A embarrassing paycheck
Half pays
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
bad and I'm feelin' fine
'Cause "Who Is Mike Jones" coming
"Who Is Mike Jones" coming
I get you crunk when I open my mouth
My diamonds shine when
you'll see your fam
I need more to numb these feelings
Fuck the gram
It's so hard to try to get these tears to scram
Now I don't like who I am when I
only a one-day event. And they're blazing away there. They're not
getting quite the results that they might, Gervaise is in there trying
to bash it
to get paid
And make it where these mothafuckas hate
I got up to come down
Trying to get up to come down
Got that playa shit by the pound
The gold
Stay open like 7/11 that's 24/7, when you need some hot shit
Stop by and get you a beverage, I'm servin'
My rhymes like nickels and dimes
Plug it
at the end, round by the corner
Close to the edge, just by a river
Seasons will pass you by
I get up, I get down
Now that it's all over and done
Now that
Don't get hot, stay up off my game
And quit meddling peddlin' these weed sacks
Nigga give me feedback
I don't need no stems dog
You can kick the seeds
and go with this agency
They'll give you a star on the Walk of Fame
One day for kissing everybody's ass but it's
Like that's not what we're doing by
them to grow
I take it back to Tivoli and barely fit in Jimmy Rowes
Beats would bang breakers belly swim at every show
To reach the stage, basics earn
to find out the master's name.
Down at the end, round by the corner.
Close to the edge, just by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
to the crib, yh thats day by day
Whole squad haffi get lit, yh thats day by day
The mandem trynna grow rich, yh thats day by day
Thats day by day, I said thats
you see,
Times like these ---- gets Written into family Histories
Stacks of Records out in the Trash
George Jones
apartments overlook the traffic lights next to the rails it's a hot day, it's a, it's a hot day a lazy day for some but I'm bringing from the inside all these
at Barneys
These bands always around me like family feud Steve Harvey
In the field like I’m farming
Know he get grilled George Forman
Eating some food cooked
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