I'm shufflin' through the Texas sand But my head's in Mississippi I'm shufflin' through the Texas sand But my head's in Mississippi The blues has got
She don't love me, she love my automobile She don't love me, she love my automobile Well she would do anything just to slide behind the wheel She said
Well there comes Lola, out of control She just loves those Rhythm and Blues And Miss Ivy will be arriving In leopard skin tights she's willing to cruise
Is it you again outside Just banging on the front door? You say you had enough Now you're comin' back for more But that's alright I said that, "That'
Rain fell this mornin' Make me feel so bad On account of, my baby Walked off with another man Like takin' eyesight from the blind man And money from
I keep it player while some choose to play it safe Boy, check the resume, it's risky business in the A And I been witness to this history Ever since the
This world has up and gone crazy I'm out here working trying to make it Girl, it's so rough in this city There ain't no resting for the weary So baby
Verse 1: I...O...Well I see what you workin wit, so drop it to tha flo So swole...Well I can see yo back from tha front. How'd you get that through tha
Bob, Bob Wood National program director of the chum group Worked with us in producing Hold up, hold up, before we get started Guess who's coming It's
One, take control of me? You're messing with the enemy Said it's two, it's another trick Messin' with my mind, I wake up Chase down an empty street Blindly
What's a matter with going places? Take that gross look off your faces Empty loving makes me seasick What you're here for, I don't need it I'll say nothing
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It's after 12 can't face the day yet Reminds me how hard it can be to forget I said things I didn't mean You saw things you shouldn't have seen Been
Too bored to live and too young to die You get too tall, I'll cut you down to size TV fear sells brand new cars My love lives with my guitar It's easy
Is there a reason for all your lies? Your hatred and deceit Reflected in your eyes All the things you said All the hate you bred It's all trapped inside
[Big Boi] Boy stop, you ain't no DJ... [*echoes*] ("Greetings...") I double dare, matter of fact nigga I double dog dare any rapper that take it there
I saw her footprints on the sea I knew her eyes were watching me So I ventured further in my mind In the hope that I would find Tangerine trees and marmalade
I met you through a common friend in the attic of my parents house and though I didn't know it then I soon was finding out you are the roots that sleep