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old giddy up and stayed right on him,
‘Til the next truck stop where he pulled up.
And I waited ‘til he went in,
And I offered to buy him a cup;
Well we
Well I pushed old Giddyup go stayed right on him
Until the next truck stop where he'd pulled up
I waited till he went in and I offered to buy him a cup
A cappella got a bread crumb spray the crowd
Fill that gut up to that stomach
Shut the fuck up!
Let’s make a sharp turn to
Avoid this road of heartburn
Those
people I'm trying to rise
Out the gutters, no we don't have gutters
We have dirt roads walked bare foot by our mothers
On a daily basis, tears on my
a freaky little trick puffin dodo sticks
I can live foul as dirt road hicks
I can make three plus two make six
Cut with verbal scrapes and nicks
around and 40,000 headmen hit the dirt
Firing twenty shotguns each and man, it really hurt
But luckily for me they had to stop and then reload
And by
don't stop
But when I trusted in God, he told me never to block
My eyes from seeing what he could build by trusting the Rock
If we could all just look
of getting where I want to be by walking 'round it
When I fucking struggle, they love saying "Write a song about it"
Then saying "Cheer up"
This is my struggle
You can find me in the parking lot
By the car lot-where we spark a lot
Up in the hallway it be dark a lot
We don't talk to cops cause we all be
we've been baptized by fire and light
Eaten by the earth, swallowed up by the night
I don't care where you think, you're gonna stay baby
Now you
We can make this thing right
And by the end of the night
Hope you feel the way that I do
No need to fuss or fight
Cause if you try you might
See some
love me, you love me, I know that you love me
You love me, you love me
And I know that this is where you want to be
You love me, you love me
Stop
better run
A little boys got guns
Sell your home hit the road
Hide your kids, hide your wife
Pop pop ricochet from the drive by
Eye eye of the needle make
money, fuck these punks
Road rules I swim in the dirt, I stay in some skirt
I hit where it hurts, I ride or die for my turf
I ride or die for Makaveli
Well I pushed old Giddyup go stayed right on him
Until the next truck stop where he'd pulled up
I waited till he went in and I offered to buy him a cup
So I turned around and forty thousand headmen bit the dirt
Firing twenty shotguns each and man, it really hurt
But luckily for me they had to stop
So I turned around and forty thousand headmen hit the dirt
Firing twenty shotguns each and man, it really hurt
But luckily for me they had to stop
to lame to me
On that same shit y'all ain't claiming me
Imma be myself no taming me
Your love changed gears
Gotta hit the road now
Don't want no one beside
Four by fours, rev 'em on up
A brand new Ford or a bucket of rust
Backroads are calling, calling all trucks
I know a place where ain't no car
nigga with a 12-gage pump
With a 12-hour rush to run and get this money, fuck these punks
Road rules I swim in the dirt, I stay in some skirt
I hit where
bitches
While I remain inside a
Paradox called my block
Though gunshots is promised to me
When will I stop?
I hit the weed and hope to God I can fly high
Ooh oh ooh
I'm sittin' on the front porch, cigarette burnin'
Them makers in my coffee sure ain't workin'
I see the dirt from where his boots
So I turned around and forty thousand headmen bit the dirt
Firing twenty shotguns each and man, it really hurt
But luckily for me they had to stop
so fast and don't know why.....
[buck]
I was raised on a dirt road
Ghost town, stray dogs
Whole nine, the gold mine closed down
I knew the woods
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