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good And it feels so good Turnin' corners with my pinky man Through my hood Chokin' on a B And switchin' lanes is understood I'm a baller livin' pimpish man
don?t know why I travel down these dead end roads I gotta turn this car around And find my way home. (Lil Flip) Hey yo I never seen a man cry til I seen a man
going to Oklahoma To the family reunion for the first time in years It's up at uncle Slayton's 'cause he's getting on in years You know he no longer travels
had left to lose And a black man won you in a poker game And taught you how to play the blues, cry for me fiddle Then a young man from the mountains
Atlanta's zones Back when niggas was representing Atlanta wrong Every shot he got, he put the hoods of Atlanta on The big screen then hit every trap and traveled on Past, present to Texas
hate Wanna criticize then fine Say the South?s got simple rhymes Every time I travel I'm In the backyard that act just like mine Same grind just different times
in a Texas sun Chorus In my dreams she's still in love with me But I'd have to travel home to see If she's found another man to take the place of
While others are much too clear I'm just livin' in the sunshine Stay contented most of the time Yeah listenin' to Murphy, Walker and Willis Sing me their Texas
dig that black man yaknahmsayin? But uhh, let's pack up these bags And get the fuck outta dodge, word to mother [sx] yeah and I definitely can get with that black man
that they had in Rome Travelled way to Rome just to grab a phone (okay) I ain't even turn it on, haha Paris Hilton got a man named Benji and she loves
size pillars that they had in Rome Traveled way to Rome just to grab a phone I ain't even turn it on?ha Paris Hilton got a man named benji and she love
Killer coming atcha, niggero subtracter Small time dope game, plenty heart though Good girl go bad, I'm high off a motherfucker I read my diary, mind play tricks And traveled
I know a man whose plow handle hand Is quicker than a light Wes Hardin is his name They say he travels in the night For he might have to kill Or walk
and played guitar and sang the lovesick blues My mind kept going back in time when we both had fun And how I left her waving to me standing in the Texas
's an Open Book [Verse 2:] He's recording every moment?all the secrets of your soul Like every time you got sneaky when your peoples wasn't home And every time
zones Back when niggas been representing Atlanta wrong Every shot he got, he put the hoods of Atlanta on The big screen, then hit every trap and traveled on Past, present to Texas
Said it's I've got simple rhymes (rhymes) Every time I travel I'm in the backyard that act just like mine Same grind just different times (times) I know