Lyrics:
clothes
I ain't Buju, I'm not gonna taste it
By the way it smell, you can tell it's dope
Can't work this electric stove
Put it microwave, let's make this
can't be bought"
But what's the price when you already caught
Nostalgia cinema roots is enigma
Black nigga, pain past my ten figures
Tryna catch us by
Soul reaper (soul reaper)
I'm his number 1 call me Ichigo
Dark skin slim fit
Nappy headed rasta
A Queen but I'm underestimated
Like Asta
By the men that
and bypassed Rock Hill
And we never was a minute late
We was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown
Rollin' 'cross the Georgia state
We had motor trouble it
half past nine, up a 30 ft corridor three men climb
It should have been four, but one man is left behind
Crawl from the rooftop down to the northern end
I know that I'm not alone, I see the bags/ under everyone's eyes, like a bunch of white flags/
Ready to just give up, had just about enough/ why is
I fell again, big surprise again, running after you.
I have a doctorate at messin' up.
Just to keep breathin', to keep failing, I know that I need
on the floor
But the deal’s gone crappy
I can’t drive anymore
You know I accomplished so much
By my one hundredth day
At least that’s what everyone
On my staff
of the rockets
While they kick us out the projects, logic
Surprsing' common sense
Risin' occupants
Supply the vitamins
Survivin' and they got you doin' 5 to 10
The sour substances
That make up my hind brain
Have slowly become stagnant
And I have surely become insane
And the anger I feel in my veins
Has
lasts forever
But I'm down for the minute so just chill
It's the Rio remix, you should see us
Swimming in the ocean like the pool is hella heated
In this society the opportunity to use your right free speech
Now an then is getting lost in clouds of teargas
Is this the kind of government you
Well, I stop by Dixie's half a dozen times a day
I ain't there for super duper deals or the famous fried steak
Dixie's daughter is hotter than a hound
Smiling faces on magazines
Checkout line trash beauty queens
The Good time party has to crash
Say Goodbye fairweather friend
Use me up until the end
music and lyrics by Corb Lund
They took away our dogtags, they had us grow our hair
They gave us student visas when we were over there
They
California way
Speakin' with a stranger lyin' by the pool
Dying to be near you
Oh we look so cool!
Yes we do!
too soft or too crass
But physically possible one's head up one's ass
In another life
In another life
What use grafting sport to art?
Like
or too crass
But physically possible one's head up one's ass
In another life
In another life
What use grafting sport to art?
Like pulling horse from
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