far as I could tell I thought I might as well suck up, you know what the hell I said you, "You know that song that Charlie Daniels did About how you
nothing come my way, Christ Side?Get it! To my Gisciples, my homeboys riding it! Fighting and never give up, that?s the truth ain?t it I?ll keep my head up
dreams Motherland I can still feel you calling me In my sleep, in my dreams Motherland I can still feel you calling me I can still feel you calling me
the clink of our garbage bags, But it aint a problem if you wona??t admit it, And there you both seem to know the figures, I have no religion, but pray
in store for us Hard to see through all the wool you pull over us Words that you give are just words to console us We'll all fall down And what will you do when you
toein? the line for you You have your religion But does that prevent you from listenin? to? You say you love her But she can?t love someone she does not respect The psychology is You want somethin' bad, you
right in the field, not a soldier dead got made code red break up the black skunk the black dutch, back of the old shed if you can't live, you dying you give
tight And when you hear somethin, make sure you hear it right Don't make a ass outta yourself by assumin My music keeps you movin, what are you provin? You
Just As Bad When She Got Mad Was More Than Glad In Lend A Hand In Helping Him Beat Her. Sinita Used To Wear The Cloth Of Her Religion, Senita Used To
s on you already know Farewell bro. mama always told me I was bad enough to tear hell up IM doing this for what you made of From that time you made the
your soul up We all grown up And when we blown up Don't get to frontin' I'll get you country boys nuttin' You can cut us to thirty we stay on for an hour
It's February and I just want April To take my hand and pick me up again. Yeah I'm numb, but it's really not that bad. Love life til you get it wrong,
in the seven continents Yo, you on my dick, thanks for the compliments You be fucked up by my Table of Contents *begins fading* Bad Lieutanent, you I
it in and up tight just right Yo sis.. I've had to kill and shit Just blow my head pretty and I'll give you a slip ALRIGHT LADIES, LIGHTS OUT!
statistic." There's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend. All that foreign oil controlling American soil, Look around you, it's just bound to make you
brainwash my listeners My lyrics give 'em a bath, without bars or soap These are bars of quote, that'll take you so far you'll choke What I have is like
grain of sand under my God The one who keeps me humble, keeps me up and working hard It's alright to be in love with yourself But when your sex life gets bad you