Lyrics:
Stretch a band between his toes
Hey, I laughed so hard
'Cause the man got down
When he finally reached his goal
Hey ya'll prepare yourself for
saw this short fat guy
Stretch a band between his toes
Hey I laughed so hard
'Cause the man got down
When he finally reached his goal
Hey y'all
George!
That Texas education must have fucked you up when you were very small
He beckoned with a small arthritic motion of his hand
Fingers together like
gold, dashed and climbed in this van
To steal it and seen a man holding a 9 in his hand
Shot him from the bottom up
Stole his keys, put 'em inside
weathered by time
On the ride he thought about what the future could hold
Welcoming his family into a beautiful home
Arriving in the city, that's when he
for me, nigga
Don't ignore me, nigga, fuck your glory, nigga, you ain't shit
When the lights shut off
And its my turn to settle down
My main
drove way, reached the stop sign at a four way
I hopped out and rode with O.J, rode the whole day
He told me he caught Nicole and Ron Gold doin four play
if you say you can’t sympathize,
He prepares for suicide his hands twist the bottle,
He’s got pills to kill the pain, he wants no more tomorrows,
He
if you say you can’t sympathize,
He prepares for suicide his hands twist the bottle,
He’s got pills to kill the pain, he wants no more tomorrows,
He
The last little piggy, his house is made of gold
He lives in a mansion on his own private road
I started walking down it, the guard, he told me, "wait"
I
everywhere, tell the truth you wouldn't dare
Cross me like the gold you wear
Soulo flow like the solar flare in the open air
So much smoke that I'm comatose,
, Peter & Ezra
I saw Jesus, had some questions
This eternity, internally I yearn to see his face, YAH YAH
Tina said she want the old me
But Jesus said he
A rockabilly past of which nobody knows
Makes his home all over the place
He goes to sleep by falling down on his face
Sometimes known as the leader
slapped his punk ass one day in the lunch room
Then, goddamn I seen goddamn Eric's crippled ass
Walking down the street
Talkin? 'bout he need a ride,
But he busted a “Uey” and made his way back to the city
It’s been hard stepping out
Tryna fend for myself
Bumped my head
I’ve made mistakes I’ve arrived
leavin' so soon
Oh, St. Teresa, higher than the moon
Reach down for the sweet stuff, when she looks at me
I know any man sees you like I see
Follow down
the gauge
I fired the first shot, spun his body around
He hit the ground and landed upside down
Dre grabbed the map, the plaques and the gold
I grabbed
choose me
He reached way down with His loving hand
And He rescued me
I was lost in sin, had deep despair
Jesus came and heard my prayer
When I cried, oh
a peace of mind
I couldn't find in Rockettown
and when I reached down inside me
I could feel the emptiness
[Chorus]
He said it's in the heart
This
Get a little dirt on your hands
Well, I reached twenty-one
And I thought I was a pretty big wheel
I left the country for the city
Met a slicker
In old Silver City he went to the bad
Way out west with a knife in his hand
At the age of twelve years he killed his first man
Fair Mexican maidens
Now why this man's soul was bleeding
The angel had to understand
So invisible, he stood by him
And then gently touched his hand
Which
pumpin' gas
And he makes two fifty for an hour
He's got rhythm in his hands as he's tappin' on the cans
Sings rock and roll in the shower
Drivin' over
pumpin' gas
And he makes two fifty for an hour
He's got rhythm in his hands as he's tappin' on the cans
Sings rock and roll in the shower
Drivin' over
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