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from The New Guy (뉴 가이) by Ralph Sall [ost] (2002)
Whatcha want girl?
Whatcha need girl? Here go, come here Don't act like that I'm so dizzy My head is spinning She's so fine that it should be a sin Good Lordy shorty, ya sure lookin' sporty I keep knockin', knockin' but you won't let me in Whooo I be dog-gone Hell to the yeah You fine as a camel hair Ain't near a mammal anywhere Danny compare to you, boo boo I know I'm country But you want me to touch you don't you Wanna get raunchy don't you Why don't you call me You built like a Barbie doll Cause you so dag-gone fine This ol' mind of mine Twist all kind of ways I'm catching vertigo From a girl that's so Voluptuous Plus striking Damn near venomous And I'm liking The way you looking lady Somebody cooking the right meat and potatoes, baby I'm feeling the way you filling up that skirt Stopping traffic Dropping jaws like bad habits When you walking dag nabbit You so purdy and I'm purdy dirty And it hurt me when you're flirty And all nerdy But you're sultry Giving me goose bumps like poultry I ain't chicken though You sticking close to me Could be A beautiful thing fo' sho' I'm so dizzy My head is spinning She's so fine that it should be a sin Good Lordy shorty, ya sure lookin' sporty I keep knockin' knockin' but you won't let me in She got me crumbling, mumbling Stepping on my tongue and studdering Hovering wondering You know I got that junky loving Gimme some rubbing It ain't gotta be hard I just wanna mow the back yard You pulled my card Don't try to dodge it I'm not here to take anything I just want to make a deposit Don't be scared That's just my beard I know I sound kinda weird But I'm fond of your rear Don't scream my ear You remind me of my girlfriend And her girlfriend C'mon girl let's have some children In a whirlwind You got me spinning like a 45 I feel like a tractor-trailer rolling over on 85 I need 80 wives To keep up with my 80 lives Everywhere I go I'm still the new guy with new lies Let's go mommy, time to get busy I'm taking five dramamines just in case I gets dizzy I'm so dizzy My head is spinning She's so fine that it should be a sin Good Lordy shorty, ya sure lookin' sporty I keep knockin' knockin' but you won't let me in You banging, sugar booger I know I'm just one in a ton of young son of a gun just wantin' some of you honey And I ain't got much money I know I'm fat but I'm funny And I'm a hard worker And I never give up I do whatever it takes Just to live up To your expectations No sex? What? Well then I'll be patient I really hate to toot my own horn But aooo-gah But it's looking to me, boo Like you need a new guy What you want? A latte? A ham on rye? Girl, I'm just trying to get in your bloodstream Like e. coli You so fly You got the pelican flyin' Just tell me, what I gotta do to get a thigh? A breast, a wing or something Up above all the pumpkins What am I, a bumpkin? Straight out of Atlanta Rehab or something I just wanna be wit ‘chu Lay up in the hay wit 'chu Say hey to you You're know your lookin' good to go, boo I'm so dizzy My head is spinning She's so fine that it should be a sin Good Lordy shorty, ya sure lookin' sporty I keep knockin' knockin' but you won't let me in I'm so dizzy My head is spinning She's so fine that it should be a sin Good Lordy shorty, ya sure lookin' sporty I keep knockin' knockin' but you won't let me in Whatcha want girl? I got a whole lot Whatcha need girl? I got a whole lot Whatcha want girl? I got a whole lot Whatcha need girl? I got a whole lot |
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from Rehab - Southern Discomfort (2000)
Paging Dr. Bender
Paging Dr. Bender Paging Dr. Bender please We gonna get up outta here now Come on come on come on come on Come on come on come on come on There's a good nigga Stop dat bitch Stop Damn right across ? damn look at her ass too Oh forget it, come on come on We gotta go Follow me round the corner come on Go go go go go go When I get the mellows I'm gonna get me a fifty Shh! Don't sing now man, come on we gotta go Fuck that shit You ain't got none a my shit Alright she gone she gone Go go go go go go go go go go Bya bya bya bya bya bya bya Hey run run run run run run run We free we free we free we free we free we free we free Give me a fifty! A free fifty! Hell to da world |
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from Rehab - Southern Discomfort (2000)
Nicoderm patch and a Marlboro red
Wild turkey out the bottle, gauz covers where the wrists bled I begged and pled and fled rocking a hospital gown brain dead Hitched a ride with a guy named Fred Hey Fred, fuck that, Rehab, shit I don't know if I want peace that bad It's that I'm so comfortable, uncomfortable and sad Everybody else seems to get mad, yeah, yeah Objects in the mirror are closer than they appear I look half dead from here and I need bread for beer They're probably discovering my empty bed about now No turning back, oh my God I turn up the radio, rain smacking the window I'm the Mario inside the Super Nintendo Can't hide when you're sick And the chemicals are holding the joystick Hey Fred, fuck that, Rehab, shit Cause I don't know if I want peace that bad, yeah, yeah It seems that I'm so comfortable, uncomfortable and sad But everybody else gets so damn mad, yeah, yeah Vegitation, euphoric hope, I'm graspin' Walkin' out the methadone clinic, fuck it, I'm relapsin' Heaped up on more snow than Asperin Looking for fudge ripple, I got my rig Life is good, oh how you fig Pump up my dose to triple, yo, main line Noddin' out, fallin' on my spine CC's and cheap wine, back to the land of the blind Rewind, opium dens knockin' out brain cells in the tens of thousands Hookers and junkie hens and shitty housin' How arousing, day six in the desert, on a horse with no name Gradual suicide, but whose to blame I guess it's nobody's fault, I'm just lame Nothin' stops cause if I'm headed back to Detox I'm drinkin' Clorox Hey Fred, fuck that, Rehab, shit Cause I don't know if I want peace that bad, yeah, yeah It seems that I'm so comfortable, uncomfortable and sad But everybody else gets so damn mad, yeah, yeah Quick Fred, floor it, I gotta get away Hands me a J, says it will be okay Like an old friend is the smell and the taste You know, Fred, I just couldn't take that place Hey Fred, fuck that, Rehab, shit Cause I don't know if I want peace that bad, yeah, yeah It seems that I'm so comfortable, uncomfortable and sad But everybody else gets so damn mad, yeah, yeah Hey Fred, hey Fred |
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from Rehab - Southern Discomfort (2000)
and breathin's overrated
stormchasin and its gettin later i used to love her now i hate her shes a brainraider fallin in a crater of lost memories im so out of hand i dont even fuck with me im goin trippin drunk and slippin sleepin in ditches switchin prescriptions bangin a random hoe and itchin i dont give a flyin feces i aint one with the human species slappin the nurse tryin to up my cc's i fall apart take all my pain turn it into art blowin up a kmart and blame it all on mozart fuck im surprised i got a deal every 2 hours i take a pill thats where im at, its all surreal i got imaginary friends an imaginary life an imaginary wife and a real knife out of here by next weekend hung over on the dresser with my brain leakin and i run away from the light of day i am not okay my soul's a misery i think im losin my mind im whacked out on jack and blacked out trapped in a crackhouse full of dddddoubt i got guilt to the hilt i fight tears and fears been out for 10 years hit a big bump up off the mirror find me at www dot i came to trouble you dot come here motha fucka take your best shot suicidal got a lot of demons to fight ill probably sit in a chair and put my mouth around a rifle i feel abused to lose the blues ill bring my booze im in the who's who's and dope fees and floozies in the land preparin for news these niggas are never choosy the morning sun is like a sledgehammer to my forehead and im barely here look in the mirror every day and slowly dissappear been through a million and 67 emotions in my short career riddles i fear staggered out in the street for beer awww fuck it and i run away from the light of day i am not okay my soul's a misery my heartbeat is racin even though im standin still i cant stop stormchasin i stole a shell casin so close to overdose that nite the day hurts my eyes wishin my death to be a surprise my life should be more than 4 walls and a floor but thats all that is mine God give me a sign cuz im tryin and dyin at the same time im not hesitatin just waitin heck yeah comin with a flurry and like the spice up in you throat i get ya chokin like that curry somethin bout the police and them lights that get me worried made a lap up on that bastard in a hurry flyin from the spirits so i got a story the dude that taught me how to rap was ray murray its all a can still its filled with no glory top the killer red out at 2:30 and i run away from the light of day i am not okay my soul's a misery |
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from Rehab - Southern Discomfort (2000)
Sittin' on the corner of 33rd and utter hell
You ain't killed nobody today, but I ain't well Hangin' up on strippers, working on my 3rd bottle of liquor You smellin' like cat litter, still bitter Walk around the earth stressed I've been buggin' since I fell out of my mothers dress I guess, I'll have another panic attack It's always darkest right before it's pitch black World full of crazy people and I guess I'm one in the same And I tell you man it's evil, but I don't know no other game How did I get so dirty, you can see it on my face But I ain't killed nobody today, just yet So ya'll better give me some praise I'm mood swingin' like a wreckin' ball Knockin out a wall and I don't got a gun So I'm shootin' birds at ya'll And it piss me off more that you don't fall I oughta take a ball of C4 to the mall Lookin' out the window and the world calls me a chump Smokin' a cig at the gas pump Hey you wanta' bump Excuse me sir, can you spare a buck of two Fuck you mother fucker, I need liquor too The worlds a cess pool and I'm a piece of shit Stomach hangin' out my mouth when I'm blowin grits I'm like a rat inside the wheel and it's played out Drivin' off a cliff, smoke a spliff on the way down Can't get a bitch, all of them are gay now Hey pal, got the time? Does anybody really know? Man, ya'll done lost ya'll mind Well, so has everybody else We're just cuttin' in line World full of crazy people and I guess I'm one in the same And I tell you man it's evil, but I don't know no other game How did I get so dirty, you can see it on my face But I ain't killed nobody today, just yet So ya'll better give me some praise And how am I suppose to walk And how am I suppose to talk And how am I suppose to live When I ain't gotta damn thang to give (Repeat) Hey you wanna get a 50 piece, nah Me neither You ever wanna kill a cop, nah Me neither Ever contemplated suicide, nah Me neither You ever wanna run through a mall with an M16 Yellin' kill em all, nah Me neither You ever wanna swerve into the oncoming lane Leavin' nothin' but body parts, wrecked cars and brains, nah Well, me neither World full of crazy people and I guess I'm on in the same And I tell you man it's evil, but I don't know no other game How did I get so dirty, you can see it on my face But I ain't killed nobody today, just yet So ya'll better give me some praise |
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from Rehab - Southern Discomfort (2000)
I am the everything the all knowing The omnipotent one I watch the fields I do not feel I circumnavigate everyone I am the scarecrow, alone and disconnected You stare right past me undetected I am only here when you expect it And feel a sadness undescribable I hange here motionless holding a bible No revival I died and became apathy Then married vacancy Then moved my children to the tundra of complacency I do not exist in your world I've burned the bridges, I've cut the life line Now all I have left is my mind Which judges all of you Analyzes your dumb philosophies Inwonderment of how you all have ruined your ecology But you do not hear for I am to you only but nothingness And I can't understand why I'm the only one that feels like this It's all piss, I flee Out of all the people that have left me The one I miss most, is me I am the scarecrow and I am so alone And I've seen thirty years of down time The face of a clown, a stick for a spine From a grandiose small town mind And crows fly all around mine They sh*t on my shoulder I got no voice, no mobility I get older, heated but colder No yield in my field, f**k my opinion I stare at your houses in the distance Silent persistence at night windows glisten I got nothing to say cause no one would listen anyway So I remain against the grain I've seen sunny days with rain Busted knuckles and pain and never complained Dirt is my domain, my view is plain But I'm invisible, sound mystical Not really, the days are dry the evening chilly The only one who understands is little Billy when he's lonely Make me feel something, make me worth a damn Make me new again, make me a f**kin' man Seen the rise and fall the high and low the come and go And if you knew what I know, sometimes one does not reap what he sews The wind blows, the moon glows the water flows The rain turns to snow, and the ground is froze And only God knows why that's the way it goes I am the scarecrow and I am so alone |
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from Rehab - Southern Discomfort (2000)
Sittin in traffic another day of feeling nothing
Trying to find something I guess it's back to huffin' Paint and model glue oh how I die when I look At you smilin' lovin' life and all I know is blue Rainy days and cold stares broken love affairs Everything's beautiful as long as I ain't there I guess I wasn't meant to crack a smile who cares I think I'll go to sleep for a while now I'm barely livin' in my skin depression's my only friend And I don't know where I am heading tryin' to forget where I've been And I'm so sick of lying God please shwo me that silver lining Cuz I've heard tale and I'm not well my heads full of hell and This world's a jail but And it don't matter and I don't care I let my pain into the air Cuz everything good's over there And everything here's hard to bear And it don't matter and I don't care I let my pain into the air Cuz everything good's over there And everything here's hard to bear And as the apin begins to displace had it to ear level With this place you see it on my face a state of suspended grace Gradually I erase and find comfort in the sickest womb I might be present but no in the room To whom it may consume melting ensembles bleeding chellos running through Bordellos drama Like Othello hidin' out from Poncharello Dead off in the Median Fallin apart like usual handin' out flyers to my funeral So they say that life's a play and that all the world's a stage Then for another part I pray the show ends the same way everyday And my heart carries the pain of a brain I can't explain Am I insane Am I insane And it don't matter and I don't care I let my pain into the air Cuz everything good's over there And everything here's hard to bear And it don't matter and I don't care I let my pain into the air Cuz everything good's over there And everything here's hard to bear And everything good is gone And everything good is gone And everything good is gone And everything bad is here And everything bad is here And everything bad is here It doesn't really matter now does it And it don't matter and I don't care I let my pain into the air Cuz everything good's over there And everything here's hard to bear And it don't matter and I don't care I let my pain into the air Cuz everything good's over there And everything here's hard to bear |
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from Rehab - Southern Discomfort (2000)
My addiction makes me piss on floors
And go home with these scabby whores I took too much L.S.D. Now I'm at I.C.U. at Emory Cocaine and cores comes out my pores Puking in the kitchen down on all fours My head's an earthquake, I sweat and shake Ashes on the coke can ready to melt the cake Spitting blood, picking sores, fuck cutting the line Stick a straw in the bag and do it all at one time Fucking chickenheads wearing house shoes and rollers Tried to pawn the remote control as a Motorola Got a beep bye boo boo, poo lift and tuck Pookie and Snoop Snoop and some other thug Black out in the crackhouse and wet my pants I almost died and dove out the ambulance Stole my last Jack Daniels, kicked the cocker spaniel But first I did a bump off my high school annual Getting geeked, hit the toilet for a quick jack off By the time I get a nut I've ripped my dick skin off Punch a hole in the wall, got crabs on my balls And I'm looking for a pebble in the carpet in the hall Running from drug raids, my brain's an arcade My family's afraid I got A.I.D.S. My addiction makes me piss on floors And go home with these scabby whores I took too much L.S.D. Now I'm at I.C.U. at Emory My addiction, my addiction My addiction, my addiction, huh Dope, like a pound or a key Doin' it all in the back of somebody's 300 E Don't even look at me when I'm lost, no matter what the cost I'll be snortin' frost, my life, coin toss Ruffinals, percodan, blowin' four grand's Dimerol, white blotter, sixteen grams In my body right now, I'm so foul I just lost all control of my bowels Facin', the corner of a basement, my mouth tastin' Aluminum, freebasin', what's wrong with Jason Look, I really don't know, but he's gonna have to go Everytime I see that fool he's on blow I regurgitate, tell my girl to go masturbate I know it's late, huffin' on paint and Quaker State Drinkin' Robetussin when I got no fundin' Inhalin' Scotch Guard in the frontyard The neighbors know I'm crazy, my momma knows I'm lazy And I just slapped the fuck outta some lady Goin' in and out of treatment, cause my life's so sickening But it don't matter cause nothing stops my addiction |
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from Rehab - Southern Discomfort (2000)
(feat. Denny aka "Steaknife")
I've gotta drinkin' problem man one mouth and two hands And an empty can I ain't got no loochie loochie And y'all don't understand I'm just a simple man Doin' the best I can without no loochie I'm feelin' that funny feelin' again within walkin' me to the kitchen For that early morning gin drink it in till my thoughts they become clear Dress my naked air and head the fuck up outta here fightin' traffic The hot sun be causin' havoc ass stuck to the seat window cracked can't see passed it the liquor store I just passed it Lookin' back I gotta turn around I can't stop thinkin' exactly that u-turn the past I leave behind for the ill bumpin' two busted six by nines And I feel this day to be a good one of plenty even if I'm thirsty and my pockets are empty I've gotta drinkin' problem man one mouth and two hands And an empty can I ain't got no loochie loochie And y'all don't understand I'm just a simple man Doin' the best I can without no loochie Come from a long line of alcoholics livin' from toilet to toilet you call it I'm callin' hotlines swervin' all over yellow lines drinkin' moonshine Damn was that a stop sign I ain't doin' good but I'll be fine Danno where's that cheap wine Drunk since 9 guzzlin' boone's farm Trying to stop my shakin' arm I'm here to stumble the earth and forewarn 7 weeks since I had a shower I black out like you pulled the plug on Georgia Power Southern discomfort baby Seein' pink elephants on down the freeway the proof on the bottle 180 runnin' out of Loochie And I won't survive if you don't let me borrow another five I'm a do it anyway if I'm alive I've gotta drinkin' problem man one mouth and two hands And an empty can I ain't got no loochie loochie And y'all don't understand I'm just a simple man Doin' the best I can without no loochie Spent my last money on a Pabst Blue Ribbon I be gulpin never sippin Cuz I been booted out the crib and that's cool Long as I have brew face flush stare at a lush I might bust you in the gums I gotta problem my life's too up tempo but yo I'm just simple man whose mind is crippled man it all started at a party and I was only 15 now I can kill a fifth of Bacardi and I drink and pass out wake up and and start again I been to AA but hey hey gimme the bottle 12 steppers actin like they never took a swallow (Hook: (fade) I've gotta drinkin' problem man one mouth and two hands And an empty can I ain't got no loochie loochie And yall don't understand I'm just a simple man Doin' the best I can without no loochie loochie -- portmanteau of "lychee" and "coochie": lychee - tropical fruit native to southern China, coochie - vagina definition -- female genitalia of a desirable smell and/or taste (typically of lychee)"Yo, girl, let me holla at dat loochie!" |
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from Rehab - Southern Discomfort (2000)
You say I'm narcissistic and cold hearted, well yeah, maybe But I don't give a damn about you, this much is true My vision's blurry and my thoughts are hazy baby I know I'm stupid so I must be smarter than you Keep your advice, leave me alone and don't rattle my cage Just let me wallow in my own chigones, rattle my cage I'm known to bite the hand that feeds me so don't rattle my cage I'm bossly in row, now everybody starin' at me cold, rattle my cage Do I look like I want to be bothered Like I care about the glow My life's a comode, I like my depression a-la mode On the road, get off my back about my health I like disease, I'll still be around when y'all are feeding trees I don't want your speech or your sound advice Don't like people who seem nice Talking in my head like a family of lice Just let me wallow in my rage Don't clean up my droppings and don't rattle my cage Keep your advice, leave me alone and don't rattle my cage Just let me wallow in my own chigones, rattle my cage I'm known to bite the hand that feeds me so don't rattle my cage I'm bossly in row, now everybody starin' at me cold, rattle my cage Keep your advice, leave me alone and don't rattle my cage Just let me wallow in my own chigones, rattle my cage I'm known to bite the hand that feeds me so don't rattle my cage I'm bossly in row, now everybody starin' at me cold, rattle my cage You say I'm narcissistic and cold hearted, well yeah, maybe But I don't give a damn about you, this much is true My vision's blurry and my thoughts are hazy baby I know I'm stupid so I must be smarter than you Keep your advice, leave me alone and don't rattle my cage Just let me wallow in my own chigones, rattle my cage I'm known to bite the hand that feeds me so don't rattle my cage I'm bossly in row, now everybody starin' at me cold, rattle my cage Keep your advice, leave me alone and don't rattle my cage Just let me wallow in my own chigones, rattle my cage I'm known to bite the hand that feeds me so don't rattle my cage I'm bossly in row, now everybody starin' at me cold, rattle my cage |
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from Rehab - Southern Discomfort (2000)
An excess rules everything I do
So tell me how can I be more like you Cause all of this don't seem to bother you So tell me how can I be more like you The lights are on but nobody's home If I'm mad, well them my mouth foam Cover my transportation in chrome Under the sky dome Pegasus flown over my skeletal features But an opaque anatomy is all I'll ever be For none to see A numb teacher holding a counseling position Posture remaining unchristian Slouchin' down so low I'm missing Caverns and taverns is where I sought my refuge Stood in the foyer of the brothel meshing with sin Grippin' a bottle How many times I sat up in the night sky Craving to die, wanting to fly Knowing this was all a lie The succubus French kissed me in the orafice Complex as Oedipus left in my mouth a taste of distrust Lust for flesh & bone, but ain't no angels in dust Ain't no heroines in opium, word up I scoped 'em There ain't no answers this is all random evolution Best check the chemicals in your solution You might be prostitutin' An excess rules everything I do So tell me how can I be more like you Cause all of this don't seem to bother you So tell me how can I be more like you Why is everything so technical, got me thinkin' mechanical Puffi' on those botanicals, every second so critical Board with the human language Anguish, beats on my mental, fuckin' with chemicals Sick as the appetites of cannibals Far away they shoot a laser from a computer It ricochets off a satellite panel To a missile silo in Cuba Eyes behold catastrophe Forseen by Nostradamus, the prophets peep the millennium Age of the broken promise More religions than park pigeons The poor envy the rich and Monetary decisions make pessimistic the vision It's like the whole planet went off the deep end While I was sleepin' Men be leapin off ledges, when there women leave for the weekend The human mind's an asylum, dialin' help lines repeatedly Pushin' garbage down and putting more in so greedily In the head of irate Babylonians Everything is what it is, even when it's not An excess rules everything I do So tell me how can I be more like you Cause all of this don't seem to bother you So tell me how can I be more like you |
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from Rehab - Southern Discomfort (2000)
Bar tender I really did it this time
Broke my parole to have a good time When I got home it was 6 a.m. The door was locked so I kicked it in She was trippin` on the bills I think she was high on some pills She threw my shit out into the yard Then she called me a bum and slapped me real hard And in my drunken stupor I did what I should of never done Now I`m sittin` here talking to you Drunk and on the run I`m sittin` at a bar on the inside Waitin` for my ride on the outside She Stole my heart in the trailer park So I jacked the keys to her fuckin` car And crashed that piece of shit and then stepped away You know moe I`ll probably get ten years So just give me beers `til they get here Yeah I know the sun is comin` up And ya`ll are probably gettin` ready for closin` up But I`m trying to drown my soul I`m tired of this life on a dirt road And everything that I love is gone And I`m tired of hangin` on She got me sittin` at a bar on the inside Waitin` for my ride on the outside She Stole my heart in the trailer park So I jacked the keys to her fuckin` car And crashed that piece of shit and then stepped away I guess it`s meant to be Romance is misery So much for memories And now I`m headed to the Penitentary See me on T.V. The next cop series I am a danger I guess I should`ve did something about my anger But I`ll never learn Real things Im not concerned I pour kerosene on everything I love and watch it burn I know it`s my fault But I wasn`t happy it was over She through a fit so I crashed that piece of shit nova And now I`m goin` back again Back to the pen to see my friends And when we all pile out that county van They`re gonna ask me where I`ve been I`ve been at a bar on the inside Waitin` for my ride on the outside She Stole my heart in the trailer park So I jacked the keys to her fuckin` car Crashed that piece of shit and then stepped away na na na na na na na na na na na na na na well im sittin at a bar on the inside an im watin for my ride on the outside you know i crashed that piece of shit and then i stepped away yeaaaa |
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from Rehab - Southern Discomfort (2000)
Ms. Jones
Ms. Jones gotta yellow bird Gotta pretty yellow bird that she be keepin' in a cage Ms. Jones gotta yellow bird But she don't want her pretty yellow bird to get laid Get laid, get laid But a B boy's gotta get paid Get paid, get paid Seen her at the corner shop Sun dress dirty flip flops Hand full of lollipops Listenin' to hip hop She knows everyone that comes around her grows Waling down a dirt road Blowin' open doors And I know better but I keep getting heated Jonsey want'a front Don't want her baby getting treated In the wrong way But I gotta come along Been a long day so put it in a song say And I saw her at the fruit stand And she smiled as if to say I know that you are watching When Ms. Jones jerked her away, my cutie Waved from the car window With one finger and a grin And as the car got smaller all I could think about was sin Ms. Jones Ms. Jones gotta yellow bird Gotta pretty yellow bird that she be keepin' in a cage Ms. Jones gotta yellow bird But she don't want her pretty yellow bird to get laid Get laid, get laid But a B boy's gotta get paid Get paid, get paid Even though I'm grown Got it for this little bitty full blown But Ms. Jones got her in the home I'm alone With her Polaroid in my hand I try to hide the fact that I live in a trash can, man How she got me in the zone Called up to her house but somebody hung up the phone Dial tone and I'm hinding in the grass All up in her yard just to get a look at her ass dawn I know she's too young for me Yo, she asked me to the fair I wish she would ignore me Hard to pretend not to care My friends all say she's skanky But I dig her armpit hair And when I get my license I'm gonna ask her to a picnic, yeah Ms. Jones Ms. Jones gotta yellow bird Gotta pretty yellow bird that she be keepin' in a cage Ms. Jones gotta yellow bird But she don't want her pretty yellow bird to get laid Get laid, get laid But a B boy's gotta get paid Get paid, get paid Innocence and beauty Such a deadly combination Innocence and beauty Such a deadly combination Finally pulled her from the gridlock Climax to the plot Took her to see Kid Rock Touched her on her wet spot Now I got her open no Ms. Jones scopin' Time for pokin' and I know I don't really want her this way But Ms. Jones kept her from my clutches everyday So I go, hey, it will never be the same And I don't even know her mother-fuckin' name Ms. Jones Ms. Jones gotta yellow bird Gotta pretty yellow bird that she be keepin' in a cage Ms. Jones gotta yellow bird But she don't want her pretty yellow bird to get laid Get laid, get laid But a B boy's gotta get paid Get paid, get paid |
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from Rehab - Southern Discomfort (2000)
Do Do do do do do do-do-do. Do-do-do. Do do do. Do do do Do-do-do Repeat 2x (laugh)
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from Rehab - Southern Discomfort (2000)
Satisfaction is power over everything and I'm powerless
Gluttony hasn't gone out of style since the fall of man We scratch and claw we steal and kill ambitions caused When one can't forget the magnitude of his fist high And I'm thinkin' again Trying to unravel the mystery of existing so perplexing I'm not missing anything I don't think Constantly listening and looking and feeling and I'm still Just as lost as a human can be And I'm thinkin' again All I can do is let it happen to me And I'm thinkin' again I'm thinkin' again And I'm thinkin' again And I'm thinkin' again And I'm thinkin' again Looking for things to do to pass the time between birth And becoming part of the earth Working playing and laying staring comparing That over there to this I'm blaming those in charge cuz after all there's nothing else to do Money pays for things that don't really belong to you And I'm thinkin' again And I'm thinkin' again And I'm thinkin' again And I'm thinkin' again And I'm thinkin' again A velvet tablecloth a pack of viceroys a bottle of gin And I'm thinkin' again And I'm thinkin' again And I'm thinkin' again And I'm thinkin' again A deck of cards playing solitaire birds everywhere in a park on a bench I smell of an aweful stench I am a loser and I'm all alone I sit in the bathroom and thump my bone I got 25 cents to my name a bag of laundry who's to blame I haven't worked in 16 days And I'm thinkin' again And I'm thinkin' again And I'm thinkin' again And I'm thinkin' again And I'm thinkin' again |
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from Rehab - Southern Discomfort (2000)
High on coaine drunk drivin' in the rain
Goin' north in the southbound lane Railroad crossing I out run the train Holdin' pain golden grain Danno Malone's the name In my chest gotta flame a collage of photos is in my brain My temper is fire and propane No shame no game no pain no gain Hey that's insane should I bend over and let the world gang bagn Or raise my neck and let the vampires position their fangs or be a pussy that hangs from a beam and swang no thanks I gotta an old truck I'm the king of touch luck from where ya bluff you get your card Plucked and get fucked up, ya get fucked up C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mn c'mn You wanna fight me? You wanna try me? You wanna fight me? Hey, then kick my ass I come forth abortin' babies beatin' seals wearin' a fur choppin' down trees sprayin' aerosol cans ozone defficiency Just wanna make sure everybody hates me I am the anti whatever you are alien drunk at the bar Junkie misfit conforming mics into unbiodigradable toxit shit and don't posses no guilt about it rebel without a cause Just to sever ya fuckin' claws and ya biblical laws That really ain't got jack to do with Psalms No officer I won't calm I won't vote I won't participate in hands across America or any area in fact It's all good fuck it Naw fuck you the most brilliant thought you had today I had when I was two bitch C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mn c'mn You wanna fight me? You wanna try me? You wanna fight me? Hey, then kick my ass Every bit of me's hostility and I'm rediculous got a knife let's see if you're tickleish I will pull yaw jaw completely out ya head and when ya kick my ass make sure that I'm dead C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mn c'mn You wanna fight me? You wanna try me? You wanna fight me? Hey, then kick my ass |
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from Rehab - Sittin At A Bar (2008)
Nicoderm patch and a Marlboro red
Wild turkey out the bottle, gauz covers where the wrists bled I begged and pled and fled rocking a hospital gown brain dead Hitched a ride with a guy named Fred Hey Fred, fuck that, Rehab, shit I don't know if I want peace that bad It's that I'm so comfortable, uncomfortable and sad Everybody else seems to get mad, yeah, yeah Objects in the mirror are closer than they appear I look half dead from here and I need bread for beer They're probably discovering my empty bed about now No turning back, oh my God I turn up the radio, rain smacking the window I'm the Mario inside the Super Nintendo Can't hide when you're sick And the chemicals are holding the joystick Hey Fred, fuck that, Rehab, shit Cause I don't know if I want peace that bad, yeah, yeah It seems that I'm so comfortable, uncomfortable and sad But everybody else gets so damn mad, yeah, yeah Vegitation, euphoric hope, I'm graspin' Walkin' out the methadone clinic, fuck it, I'm relapsin' Heaped up on more snow than Asperin Looking for fudge ripple, I got my rig Life is good, oh how you fig Pump up my dose to triple, yo, main line Noddin' out, fallin' on my spine CC's and cheap wine, back to the land of the blind Rewind, opium dens knockin' out brain cells in the tens of thousands Hookers and junkie hens and shitty housin' How arousing, day six in the desert, on a horse with no name Gradual suicide, but whose to blame I guess it's nobody's fault, I'm just lame Nothin' stops cause if I'm headed back to Detox I'm drinkin' Clorox Hey Fred, fuck that, Rehab, shit Cause I don't know if I want peace that bad, yeah, yeah It seems that I'm so comfortable, uncomfortable and sad But everybody else gets so damn mad, yeah, yeah Quick Fred, floor it, I gotta get away Hands me a J, says it will be okay Like an old friend is the smell and the taste You know, Fred, I just couldn't take that place Hey Fred, fuck that, Rehab, shit Cause I don't know if I want peace that bad, yeah, yeah It seems that I'm so comfortable, uncomfortable and sad But everybody else gets so damn mad, yeah, yeah Hey Fred, hey Fred |
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from Rehab - Sittin At A Bar (2008)
and breathin's overrated
stormchasin and its gettin later i used to love her now i hate her shes a brainraider fallin in a crater of lost memories im so out of hand i dont even fuck with me im goin trippin drunk and slippin sleepin in ditches switchin prescriptions bangin a random hoe and itchin i dont give a flyin feces i aint one with the human species slappin the nurse tryin to up my cc's i fall apart take all my pain turn it into art blowin up a kmart and blame it all on mozart fuck im surprised i got a deal every 2 hours i take a pill thats where im at, its all surreal i got imaginary friends an imaginary life an imaginary wife and a real knife out of here by next weekend hung over on the dresser with my brain leakin and i run away from the light of day i am not okay my soul's a misery i think im losin my mind im whacked out on jack and blacked out trapped in a crackhouse full of dddddoubt i got guilt to the hilt i fight tears and fears been out for 10 years hit a big bump up off the mirror find me at www dot i came to trouble you dot come here motha fucka take your best shot suicidal got a lot of demons to fight ill probably sit in a chair and put my mouth around a rifle i feel abused to lose the blues ill bring my booze im in the who's who's and dope fees and floozies in the land preparin for news these niggas are never choosy the morning sun is like a sledgehammer to my forehead and im barely here look in the mirror every day and slowly dissappear been through a million and 67 emotions in my short career riddles i fear staggered out in the street for beer awww fuck it and i run away from the light of day i am not okay my soul's a misery my heartbeat is racin even though im standin still i cant stop stormchasin i stole a shell casin so close to overdose that nite the day hurts my eyes wishin my death to be a surprise my life should be more than 4 walls and a floor but thats all that is mine God give me a sign cuz im tryin and dyin at the same time im not hesitatin just waitin heck yeah comin with a flurry and like the spice up in you throat i get ya chokin like that curry somethin bout the police and them lights that get me worried made a lap up on that bastard in a hurry flyin from the spirits so i got a story the dude that taught me how to rap was ray murray its all a can still its filled with no glory top the killer red out at 2:30 and i run away from the light of day i am not okay my soul's a misery |
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from Rehab - Sittin At A Bar (2008)
Sittin' on the corner of 33rd and utter hell
You ain't killed nobody today, but I ain't well Hangin' up on strippers, working on my 3rd bottle of liquor You smellin' like cat litter, still bitter Walk around the earth stressed I've been buggin' since I fell out of my mothers dress I guess, I'll have another panic attack It's always darkest right before it's pitch black World full of crazy people and I guess I'm one in the same And I tell you man it's evil, but I don't know no other game How did I get so dirty, you can see it on my face But I ain't killed nobody today, just yet So ya'll better give me some praise I'm mood swingin' like a wreckin' ball Knockin out a wall and I don't got a gun So I'm shootin' birds at ya'll And it piss me off more that you don't fall I oughta take a ball of C4 to the mall Lookin' out the window and the world calls me a chump Smokin' a cig at the gas pump Hey you wanta' bump Excuse me sir, can you spare a buck of two Fuck you mother fucker, I need liquor too The worlds a cess pool and I'm a piece of shit Stomach hangin' out my mouth when I'm blowin grits I'm like a rat inside the wheel and it's played out Drivin' off a cliff, smoke a spliff on the way down Can't get a bitch, all of them are gay now Hey pal, got the time? Does anybody really know? Man, ya'll done lost ya'll mind Well, so has everybody else We're just cuttin' in line World full of crazy people and I guess I'm one in the same And I tell you man it's evil, but I don't know no other game How did I get so dirty, you can see it on my face But I ain't killed nobody today, just yet So ya'll better give me some praise And how am I suppose to walk And how am I suppose to talk And how am I suppose to live When I ain't gotta damn thang to give (Repeat) Hey you wanna get a 50 piece, nah Me neither You ever wanna kill a cop, nah Me neither Ever contemplated suicide, nah Me neither You ever wanna run through a mall with an M16 Yellin' kill em all, nah Me neither You ever wanna swerve into the oncoming lane Leavin' nothin' but body parts, wrecked cars and brains, nah Well, me neither World full of crazy people and I guess I'm on in the same And I tell you man it's evil, but I don't know no other game How did I get so dirty, you can see it on my face But I ain't killed nobody today, just yet So ya'll better give me some praise |
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from Rehab - Sittin At A Bar (2008)
I am the everything the all knowing The omnipotent one I watch the fields I do not feel I circumnavigate everyone I am the scarecrow, alone and disconnected You stare right past me undetected I am only here when you expect it And feel a sadness undescribable I hange here motionless holding a bible No revival I died and became apathy Then married vacancy Then moved my children to the tundra of complacency I do not exist in your world I've burned the bridges, I've cut the life line Now all I have left is my mind Which judges all of you Analyzes your dumb philosophies Inwonderment of how you all have ruined your ecology But you do not hear for I am to you only but nothingness And I can't understand why I'm the only one that feels like this It's all piss, I flee Out of all the people that have left me The one I miss most, is me I am the scarecrow and I am so alone And I've seen thirty years of down time The face of a clown, a stick for a spine From a grandiose small town mind And crows fly all around mine They sh*t on my shoulder I got no voice, no mobility I get older, heated but colder No yield in my field, f**k my opinion I stare at your houses in the distance Silent persistence at night windows glisten I got nothing to say cause no one would listen anyway So I remain against the grain I've seen sunny days with rain Busted knuckles and pain and never complained Dirt is my domain, my view is plain But I'm invisible, sound mystical Not really, the days are dry the evening chilly The only one who understands is little Billy when he's lonely Make me feel something, make me worth a damn Make me new again, make me a f**kin' man Seen the rise and fall the high and low the come and go And if you knew what I know, sometimes one does not reap what he sews The wind blows, the moon glows the water flows The rain turns to snow, and the ground is froze And only God knows why that's the way it goes I am the scarecrow and I am so alone |
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from Rehab - Sittin At A Bar (2008)
Sittin in traffic another day of feeling nothing
Trying to find something I guess it's back to huffin' Paint and model glue oh how I die when I look At you smilin' lovin' life and all I know is blue Rainy days and cold stares broken love affairs Everything's beautiful as long as I ain't there I guess I wasn't meant to crack a smile who cares I think I'll go to sleep for a while now I'm barely livin' in my skin depression's my only friend And I don't know where I am heading tryin' to forget where I've been And I'm so sick of lying God please shwo me that silver lining Cuz I've heard tale and I'm not well my heads full of hell and This world's a jail but And it don't matter and I don't care I let my pain into the air Cuz everything good's over there And everything here's hard to bear And it don't matter and I don't care I let my pain into the air Cuz everything good's over there And everything here's hard to bear And as the apin begins to displace had it to ear level With this place you see it on my face a state of suspended grace Gradually I erase and find comfort in the sickest womb I might be present but no in the room To whom it may consume melting ensembles bleeding chellos running through Bordellos drama Like Othello hidin' out from Poncharello Dead off in the Median Fallin apart like usual handin' out flyers to my funeral So they say that life's a play and that all the world's a stage Then for another part I pray the show ends the same way everyday And my heart carries the pain of a brain I can't explain Am I insane Am I insane And it don't matter and I don't care I let my pain into the air Cuz everything good's over there And everything here's hard to bear And it don't matter and I don't care I let my pain into the air Cuz everything good's over there And everything here's hard to bear And everything good is gone And everything good is gone And everything good is gone And everything bad is here And everything bad is here And everything bad is here It doesn't really matter now does it And it don't matter and I don't care I let my pain into the air Cuz everything good's over there And everything here's hard to bear And it don't matter and I don't care I let my pain into the air Cuz everything good's over there And everything here's hard to bear |
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from Rehab - Sittin At A Bar (2008)
You say I'm narcissistic and cold hearted, well yeah, maybe But I don't give a damn about you, this much is true My vision's blurry and my thoughts are hazy baby I know I'm stupid so I must be smarter than you Keep your advice, leave me alone and don't rattle my cage Just let me wallow in my own chigones, rattle my cage I'm known to bite the hand that feeds me so don't rattle my cage I'm bossly in row, now everybody starin' at me cold, rattle my cage Do I look like I want to be bothered Like I care about the glow My life's a comode, I like my depression a-la mode On the road, get off my back about my health I like disease, I'll still be around when y'all are feeding trees I don't want your speech or your sound advice Don't like people who seem nice Talking in my head like a family of lice Just let me wallow in my rage Don't clean up my droppings and don't rattle my cage Keep your advice, leave me alone and don't rattle my cage Just let me wallow in my own chigones, rattle my cage I'm known to bite the hand that feeds me so don't rattle my cage I'm bossly in row, now everybody starin' at me cold, rattle my cage Keep your advice, leave me alone and don't rattle my cage Just let me wallow in my own chigones, rattle my cage I'm known to bite the hand that feeds me so don't rattle my cage I'm bossly in row, now everybody starin' at me cold, rattle my cage You say I'm narcissistic and cold hearted, well yeah, maybe But I don't give a damn about you, this much is true My vision's blurry and my thoughts are hazy baby I know I'm stupid so I must be smarter than you Keep your advice, leave me alone and don't rattle my cage Just let me wallow in my own chigones, rattle my cage I'm known to bite the hand that feeds me so don't rattle my cage I'm bossly in row, now everybody starin' at me cold, rattle my cage Keep your advice, leave me alone and don't rattle my cage Just let me wallow in my own chigones, rattle my cage I'm known to bite the hand that feeds me so don't rattle my cage I'm bossly in row, now everybody starin' at me cold, rattle my cage |
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from Rehab - Sittin At A Bar (2008)
An excess rules everything I do
So tell me how can I be more like you Cause all of this don't seem to bother you So tell me how can I be more like you The lights are on but nobody's home If I'm mad, well them my mouth foam Cover my transportation in chrome Under the sky dome Pegasus flown over my skeletal features But an opaque anatomy is all I'll ever be For none to see A numb teacher holding a counseling position Posture remaining unchristian Slouchin' down so low I'm missing Caverns and taverns is where I sought my refuge Stood in the foyer of the brothel meshing with sin Grippin' a bottle How many times I sat up in the night sky Craving to die, wanting to fly Knowing this was all a lie The succubus French kissed me in the orafice Complex as Oedipus left in my mouth a taste of distrust Lust for flesh & bone, but ain't no angels in dust Ain't no heroines in opium, word up I scoped 'em There ain't no answers this is all random evolution Best check the chemicals in your solution You might be prostitutin' An excess rules everything I do So tell me how can I be more like you Cause all of this don't seem to bother you So tell me how can I be more like you Why is everything so technical, got me thinkin' mechanical Puffi' on those botanicals, every second so critical Board with the human language Anguish, beats on my mental, fuckin' with chemicals Sick as the appetites of cannibals Far away they shoot a laser from a computer It ricochets off a satellite panel To a missile silo in Cuba Eyes behold catastrophe Forseen by Nostradamus, the prophets peep the millennium Age of the broken promise More religions than park pigeons The poor envy the rich and Monetary decisions make pessimistic the vision It's like the whole planet went off the deep end While I was sleepin' Men be leapin off ledges, when there women leave for the weekend The human mind's an asylum, dialin' help lines repeatedly Pushin' garbage down and putting more in so greedily In the head of irate Babylonians Everything is what it is, even when it's not An excess rules everything I do So tell me how can I be more like you Cause all of this don't seem to bother you So tell me how can I be more like you |
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from Rehab - Sittin At A Bar (2008)
Ms. Jones
Ms. Jones gotta yellow bird Gotta pretty yellow bird that she be keepin' in a cage Ms. Jones gotta yellow bird But she don't want her pretty yellow bird to get laid Get laid, get laid But a B boy's gotta get paid Get paid, get paid Seen her at the corner shop Sun dress dirty flip flops Hand full of lollipops Listenin' to hip hop She knows everyone that comes around her grows Waling down a dirt road Blowin' open doors And I know better but I keep getting heated Jonsey want'a front Don't want her baby getting treated In the wrong way But I gotta come along Been a long day so put it in a song say And I saw her at the fruit stand And she smiled as if to say I know that you are watching When Ms. Jones jerked her away, my cutie Waved from the car window With one finger and a grin And as the car got smaller all I could think about was sin Ms. Jones Ms. Jones gotta yellow bird Gotta pretty yellow bird that she be keepin' in a cage Ms. Jones gotta yellow bird But she don't want her pretty yellow bird to get laid Get laid, get laid But a B boy's gotta get paid Get paid, get paid Even though I'm grown Got it for this little bitty full blown But Ms. Jones got her in the home I'm alone With her Polaroid in my hand I try to hide the fact that I live in a trash can, man How she got me in the zone Called up to her house but somebody hung up the phone Dial tone and I'm hinding in the grass All up in her yard just to get a look at her ass dawn I know she's too young for me Yo, she asked me to the fair I wish she would ignore me Hard to pretend not to care My friends all say she's skanky But I dig her armpit hair And when I get my license I'm gonna ask her to a picnic, yeah Ms. Jones Ms. Jones gotta yellow bird Gotta pretty yellow bird that she be keepin' in a cage Ms. Jones gotta yellow bird But she don't want her pretty yellow bird to get laid Get laid, get laid But a B boy's gotta get paid Get paid, get paid Innocence and beauty Such a deadly combination Innocence and beauty Such a deadly combination Finally pulled her from the gridlock Climax to the plot Took her to see Kid Rock Touched her on her wet spot Now I got her open no Ms. Jones scopin' Time for pokin' and I know I don't really want her this way But Ms. Jones kept her from my clutches everyday So I go, hey, it will never be the same And I don't even know her mother-fuckin' name Ms. Jones Ms. Jones gotta yellow bird Gotta pretty yellow bird that she be keepin' in a cage Ms. Jones gotta yellow bird But she don't want her pretty yellow bird to get laid Get laid, get laid But a B boy's gotta get paid Get paid, get paid |
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from Rehab - Sittin At A Bar (2008)
Satisfaction is power over everything and I'm powerless
Gluttony hasn't gone out of style since the fall of man We scratch and claw we steal and kill ambitions caused When one can't forget the magnitude of his fist high And I'm thinkin' again Trying to unravel the mystery of existing so perplexing I'm not missing anything I don't think Constantly listening and looking and feeling and I'm still Just as lost as a human can be And I'm thinkin' again All I can do is let it happen to me And I'm thinkin' again I'm thinkin' again And I'm thinkin' again And I'm thinkin' again And I'm thinkin' again Looking for things to do to pass the time between birth And becoming part of the earth Working playing and laying staring comparing That over there to this I'm blaming those in charge cuz after all there's nothing else to do Money pays for things that don't really belong to you And I'm thinkin' again And I'm thinkin' again And I'm thinkin' again And I'm thinkin' again And I'm thinkin' again A velvet tablecloth a pack of viceroys a bottle of gin And I'm thinkin' again And I'm thinkin' again And I'm thinkin' again And I'm thinkin' again A deck of cards playing solitaire birds everywhere in a park on a bench I smell of an aweful stench I am a loser and I'm all alone I sit in the bathroom and thump my bone I got 25 cents to my name a bag of laundry who's to blame I haven't worked in 16 days And I'm thinkin' again And I'm thinkin' again And I'm thinkin' again And I'm thinkin' again And I'm thinkin' again |
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from Rehab - Sittin At A Bar (2008)
High on coaine drunk drivin' in the rain
Goin' north in the southbound lane Railroad crossing I out run the train Holdin' pain golden grain Danno Malone's the name In my chest gotta flame a collage of photos is in my brain My temper is fire and propane No shame no game no pain no gain Hey that's insane should I bend over and let the world gang bagn Or raise my neck and let the vampires position their fangs or be a pussy that hangs from a beam and swang no thanks I gotta an old truck I'm the king of touch luck from where ya bluff you get your card Plucked and get fucked up, ya get fucked up C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mn c'mn You wanna fight me? You wanna try me? You wanna fight me? Hey, then kick my ass I come forth abortin' babies beatin' seals wearin' a fur choppin' down trees sprayin' aerosol cans ozone defficiency Just wanna make sure everybody hates me I am the anti whatever you are alien drunk at the bar Junkie misfit conforming mics into unbiodigradable toxit shit and don't posses no guilt about it rebel without a cause Just to sever ya fuckin' claws and ya biblical laws That really ain't got jack to do with Psalms No officer I won't calm I won't vote I won't participate in hands across America or any area in fact It's all good fuck it Naw fuck you the most brilliant thought you had today I had when I was two bitch C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mn c'mn You wanna fight me? You wanna try me? You wanna fight me? Hey, then kick my ass Every bit of me's hostility and I'm rediculous got a knife let's see if you're tickleish I will pull yaw jaw completely out ya head and when ya kick my ass make sure that I'm dead C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mn c'mn You wanna fight me? You wanna try me? You wanna fight me? Hey, then kick my ass |
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from Rehab - Graffiti The World (2008)
Hey you guys
Hey you guys Chic-a chic-a dobe dobe dobe dobe All the children went to heaven Won?t be back 'til ten after eleven Are you ready (ready) Are you ready (ready) First there was the weed sack, coppin' and chillin' Then came the cocaine, robbin' and stealin' (stealin') I said I dropped more pounds then maternity wards And got the gold chain from the gudda awards Yup! We like that trunk knockin' Roll by them ladies jockin' We blazin up the bad We got them baggies in our pockets Y'all know we drinkin somethin' We know your thinkin somethin' Makin your windows rattle Turn the corner hear me comin' [Hook] Let?em know that you ain't nothing to be messed with Bring the fire every time get that money don't quit Grind off shine off make it happen Get it get it Lives large come hard If you gonna spit it, spit it (Repeat hook) I rocked the living room the first day I started walkin' Was rhymin spittin flames the first day I started talkin' Had the class and the teacher bouncin in kindergarten Then I slapped her on her ass she said I beg your pardon I said get get get get get it girl One of these days I?m gonna rock the world Just give me a crayon and give me an A on Everything I do with a ground to play on We?re on a whole nother, no love for under covers I had you suckered since I busted out my father?s rubber Give me ball caps and sneakers, fresh in some jeans and t-shirt Still got them children dance, lookin? like they havin? seizures [Hook] Kiss my acrobat my soda crack my B-u-t-t-y butty whack Yo ma?, yo pa, yo gritty granny with her hose in a panty And a big behind like Frankenstein rock the beat down Sesame Street It?s your turn know let?s get it on Rock that thing ?til the break of dawn Ya-ha-hi ya-ha-yi Ya-ha-hi ya-ha-yi Ya-ha-hi ya-ha-yi Ya-ha-hi ya-ha-yi Ya-ha-hi ya-ha-yi Ya-ha-hi ya-ha-yi Ya-ha-hi ya-ha-yi [Hook] |
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from Rehab - Graffiti The World (2008)
I got my hat tilted sideways and brand new shoes
I got my Alpine bumpin' rattlin' my rear view Lookin' at the world behind me make it bump bump bump Turn it up another notch and watch it pump pump pump Let it punch you in your chest feel it seepin' in your back When it's time rewind it back make it bump bump bump It can get your leg to rockin' make it pump pump pump Blister your transistor make it thump thump thump Black trees silhouetted against an orange sky Cool breeze on a country road I'm ten feet high I'm just about to take another step up ohh Real world got me kinda fed up ohh I got places to go and folks I know that are waiting for me to arrive. A Warner Robins state of mind is what it is if you ain't heard We too broke to drink and too drunk to work All day smokin' herb a tad bit disturbed Yes sir absurd, don't know when the curse occurred But we're scarred livin' harder than hell on wheels Retarded oxycottin poppin' swappin' powder for pills And if we want it we steal, we might be pawning your drill If it's on you will get a soup bone to the grill I got my hat tilted sideways and brand new shoes I got my Alpine bumpin' rattlin' my rear view Lookin' at the world behind me make it bump bump bump Turn it up another notch and watch it pump pump pump Let it punch you in your chest feel it seepin' in your back When it's time rewind it back make it bump bump bump It can get your leg to rockin' make it pump pump pump Blister your transistor make it thump thump thump Black trees silhouetted against an orange sky Cool breeze on a country road I'm ten feet high I'm just about to take another step up ohh Real world got me kinda fed up ohh I got places to go and folks I know that are waiting for me to arrive. We addicted but intelligent live the criminal element Coke is so American show it stops the arrogant hos Constantly staring at you, ain't no comparing the flow Make sure you stare in the hole before you answer the door Be sure you rappin' in code the folks are tappin' the phone My boy Jeff Mack put a cap in his dome That's how it happens back home I made that tap now he's gone We're all a little paranoid I got the hell on I got my hat tilted sideways and brand new shoes I got my Alpine bumpin' rattlin' my rear view Lookin' at the world behind me make it bump bump bump Turn it up another notch and watch it pump pump pump Let it punch you in your chest feel it seepin' in your back When it's time rewind it back make it bump bump bump It can get your leg to rockin' make it pump pump pump Blister your transistor make it thump thump thump Black trees silhouetted against an orange sky Cool breeze on a country road I'm ten feet high I'm just about to take another step up ohh Real world got me kinda fed up ohh I got places to go and folks I know that are waiting for me to arrive. |
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from Rehab - Graffiti The World (2008)
I don't feel so good where am I
This is not where I laid down Who are these people, who's home is this Where's my clothes and where's my car How did I get in the bathtub Not again, Not again The phone is off and I need a ride None of these people are my friends Fell off of the wagon coughin' and draggin' the vice boy Door opened a magnum a nice boy turned shitty Burnin' fiddy's of daddy's money on the top of a can I said I'm coppin' the van he caught you poppin' a Adavan Thought you had a gram what did ya do with it check both pockets shit where's your wallet Dumb alcoholic time for the panic Sit around now waitin' on a chest pain Lookin' for a sign right brain left brain Something inside startin' to feel strange Friends wonder where you been Go take a vitamin, throw your cigarettes away Clean up the beer cans, It's a beautiful day Time you reported to your life Yes I should have stayed in college no I was to cool for that Cooking soft up into solid y'all know where to find me at Seems too hard to get better what do I do after that waitin' on an answer does anybody out there hear me Take your ass home you ain't gon' last long You're sick, tired, wired, you're dyin' Look at them in the eyes and lyin' Can't you tell your brain cells are fryin' Don't go a chance in hell you're buyin' Death by the bag yeah you grabbed his ass??? What are you runnin' from, take a bath But before you do pass that grass Sit around now waitin' on a chest pain Lookin' for a sign right brain left brain Something inside startin' to feel strange Friends wonder where you been Go take a vitamin, throw your cigarettes away Clean up the beer cans, It's a beautiful day Time you reported to your life Why is everything so technical, got me thinkin' mechanical Puffin' on those botanicals, every second so critical Bored with the human language, pain beat on my mental Messin' with chemicals, sick as the appetites of cannibals Far away they shoot a laser from a computer Ricochets off a satellite panel to a missile silo in Cuba Eyes behold catastrophe, foreseen by Nostradamus The prophets peep the millennium age of the broken promise More religions than park pigeons, the poor envy the rich and Monetary decisions make pessimistic the vision It's like the whole planet went off the deep end While I was sleepin' Men be leapin off ledges, when there women leave for the weekend. Why? Sit around now waitin' on a chest pain Lookin' for a sign right brain left brain Something inside startin' to feel strange Friends wonder where you been Go take a vitamin, throw your cigarettes away Clean up the beer cans, It's a beautiful day Time you reported to your life Go take a vitamin, Clean up the beer cans, Beautiful day Time you reported to your life |
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from Rehab - Graffiti The World (2008)
You know they say hell hath no fury like a woman scorned
So vengeful, and mother Earth has been done wrong And I think she sick, yo, she's pukin' up lava Her nerves tremble along fault lines ready to drop An entire city of filth that's been forced upon her We built these towers of Babylon and feel remorse for nadda The momma divorced the father, the children are dropping bottles The rich get richer, poverty's hot under the collar Takin' prayer out of schools and we tryin' to raise scholars Creationism versus the theory of evolution Air, water and mind, body and soul pollution Kids steppin' on landmines, from wars we all losin' We chasin' false idols and racin' from our bibles The golden rule, the youth are becoming more suicidal Who teachers 'em, you and I do, no wonder they wanna fight you Raised by hipocrits you've been lied to Graffiti the land with skyscrapers Graffiti the sky with airplanes and satellites Graffiti the mind of children with your manmade love Graffiti the world, I saw the writing on the wall We got ABC, NBC, MTV, TNT The BBC, DVD, VHS, DSL A&E, XTC, MP3, SEC THC, NRA, JOB, ADD The fight for free speech, lack of responsibility Seizin' positions of power, Internet pornography Guns in the hold for fear that the next knock at the door Could be death, the terrorists are in the White House and overseas Racists, seperatists, vicious, malicious Buddhists, the Hindus, the Muslims, the Christians Could it be our biggest barrier is language Or is oil that important that one would inflict anguish So cars could deplete the ozone on highways That stretch across the land where Indians once raised Families, we're in denial, the world is afraid And you say there's no more slaves Graffiti the land with skyscrapers Graffiti the sky with airplanes and satellites Graffiti the mind of children with your manmade love Graffiti the world, I saw the writing on the wall We're addicted to planes, trains and automobiles We're addicted to addiction, we dig living in fiction For money, power, respect, the army gotta go kill They under contract, so let the blood spill It's sorta morbid, ain't it, the picture that I just painted It's an epiphany I had, I realised just how tainted I think it really is, while in New York I saw A teenager being arrested for taggin' a fuckin' wall Graffiti the land with skyscrapers Graffiti the sky with airplanes and satellites Graffiti the mind of children with your manmade love Graffiti the world, I saw the writing on the wall Graffiti the land with skyscrapers Graffiti the sky with airplanes and satellites Graffiti the mind of children with your manmade love Graffiti the world, I saw the writing on the wall |
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from Rehab - Graffiti The World (2008)
[Song:]
Bartender I really did it this time Broke my parole to have a good time When I got home it was 6 AM The door was locked so I kicked it in She was trippin on the bills I think she was high on some pills She threw my shit out into the yard Then she called me a bum and slapped me real hard And in my drunken stuper I did what I should have never done And now I'm sittin here, talking to you Drunk and on the run I'm sittin at a bar on the inside Waiting for my ride on the outside She stole my heart, in the trailer park So I jacked the keys to her fuckin car Crashed that piece of shit and then stepped away Ya know Moe I'll probably get ten years So just give me beers till they get here Yea I know the sun is coming up And yall are probably get ready for closein up But I'm trying to drown my sole I'm tired of this life on the dirt road Everything that I love is gone And I'm tired of hangin on She got me sittin at a bar on the inside Waitin for my ride on the outside She stole my heart, in the trailer park So I jacked the keys to her fuckin car And crashed that piece of shit then stepped away [Rap:] Guess it was meant to be Romance is misery So much for memories And now I am headed to the penitentiary See me on TV The next cop series I am a danger I guess I should have did something about my anger But I never learn Real things I don't concern I pour kerosene on everything I love And watch it burn I know it's my fault But I wasn't happy it was over She threw a fit So I crashed that piece of shit Nova [Song:] And now I am going back again Back to the pin to see my friends When we all pile out that county van They're gonna ask me where I've been I've been at a bar on the inside Waitin for my ride on the outside She stole my heart, in the trailer park So I jacked the keys to her fuckin car I Crashed that piece of shit then stepped away [Fades out:] Laaa laaaa la laa la la laaaa laaa laaa la la la laaaa Heyyyyyyyy Laaa Laaa laaaa la laa la la laaaa laaa laaa la la la laaaa Hey you bastard Laaaa Laaa laaaa la laa la la laaaa laaa laaa la la la laaaa |
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from Rehab - Graffiti The World (2008)
(Hook:)
This will be my last tattoo To cover the memory of someone I thought I'd always need Cover her name with a smoking gun Make it hurt as much as possible and make it bleed Just can't take it no more feelin' numb Woke up face on the floor I was dumb Cut me all the way to the core morning comes Time to get busy forgetting again Tired of going out my mind Looking for something I won't find How could I have been so blind This is a load of crap It figures she would win But I'll learn to feel again Bear down hard when you fill it in Give me the pain I'll grit my teeth in (Hook:) This will be my last tattoo To cover the memory of someone I thought I'd always need Cover her name with a smoking gun Make it hurt as much as possible and make it bleed You know when I woke up this morning she was long good gone I thought she heard me say she was my vertebrae my back bone But bone the dawn feels wrong, the night ain't right The phone ain't on and she broke out last night Left a note sayin' she won't hang on, she just can't fight I know she's with Brock Scott, that jock with blonde locks That blocks shots, guess I'm just not that hot Mailbox for cocks Let him bust your rear cuz you don't trust my rap career But need I point out our bank account with a large amount You left in the bank you skank, what you think I'm a take this loot and buy some ink You can take that shit you talkin' with you walkin' hooker (Hook:) This will be my last tattoo To cover the memory of someone I thought I'd always need Cover her name with a smoking gun Make it hurt as much as possible and make it bleed Her face is still in my brain kill her name I'm still dealing with pain what a shame Heart still wearing a stain I'm to blame Little bitty guilty's crawling all over my soul I can't believe this shit Said I caused the things she did Bear down hard when you fill it in Give me the pain I'll grit my teeth in (Hook:) This will be my last tattoo To cover the memory of someone I thought I'd always need Cover her name with a smoking gun Make it hurt as much as possible and make it bleed |
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from Rehab - Graffiti The World (2008)
Hey, there, pretty little girl (hey, man),
With your long brown sexy curls (uh, uh). You're a hottie, body tight, Good, god almighty. (shittt) Alright, son, hold up, You need to slow your roll. We've been talking for a while now, She ain't no hoe. She got class, style, pizzazz, and jazz, Each smile as a matter of fact. She has me twisted just like she did back then, When the game of gab could be played among friends. That's all it was about, And now to represent. We talked last night around 10. And I told her, yo. Listen up, cause I love you, lady. We go back, like, 1980. Lord knows you're the one to change me, You love me cause I'm so crazy. You'll see, it'll be, you and me, Always, always. I told her look, I know a lot of folks around town, Probably been telling you that, "Danny just a crook." I definitely done some things that I shouldn't be proud of, But we can do it by the book. We've known each other for a long time, I know your the strong kind of women with a strong mind, And that's what got me hooked. I got some crazy homies, Whatchu you talking about? You got some crazy homies. Yo, quit fronting and lolly gagging, We can have a baby daughter, Maybe call her Maggie. We've known each other since the 9th grade, We make each other laugh, Best friends, let's do this the right way. Listen up, cause I love you, lady. We go back, like, 1980. Lord knows you're the one to change me, You love me cause I'm so crazy. You'll see, it'll be, you and me, Always, always. Listen up, cause I love you, lady. We go back, like, 1980. Lord knows you're the one to change me, You love me cause I'm so crazy. You'll see, it'll be, you and me, Always, always. I know I'm still crazy, But I've changed a lot. I've cleaned up a little, And you're still hot. But if I ain't the one, I hope you find true love. And if not, I'm here when push comes to shove. Just know if you walk down that aisle, With another dude to take those vows, How I'll react, There ain't no telling. I might bust in the back of the church and start yelling. Listen up, cause I love you, lady. We go back, like, 1980. Lord knows you're the one to change me, You love me cause I'm so crazy. You'll see, it'll be, you and me, Always, always. Listen up, cause I love you, lady. We go back, like, 1980. Lord knows you're the one to change me, You love me cause I'm so crazy. You'll see, it'll be, you and me, Always, always. Always, always, always. Always, always, always. |
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from Rehab - Graffiti The World (2008)
Well it's just another lawn chair high
It's just another lawn chair high And I'm sittin' in the carport Lookin' down the driveway Watchin' all the cars go by And it's alright...it's alright And it's alright...it's alright Hey Reese, check this out And while the world trippin' I'm sippin' I really don't give a flyin' parapalegic chicken watchin' the cars we don't need bars we got a garage a cooler full of beers fuck an entourrage my life is one big funny mirage I slept all day and I'm a sit and let the cd play my wife is a thousand miles away and I've got (X)anax all the way no work, all play my attitude is go away I'm talkin' to people I'm through with this episode I'm workin' on a sequel I take my iced coffee with 2 Equal I'm too evil at least that's what people think you wonder why I drink 'cause I've done it all, seen it all and it don't really matter I might as well sit in the carport talk shit and get fatter It's just another lawnchair high people rollin' by, "Hi" look here, don't die Well it's just another lawn chair high It's just another lawn chair high And I'm sittin' in the carport Lookin' down the driveway Watchin' all the cars go by And it's alright...it's alright And it's alright...it's alright Hell yeah, got my boombox this tune rocks the boondocks back as well packin' the bag of the wacky tobacco pack a bowl up you can stack or fold up the lawnchair I don't care got a brew in the Igloo cooler, too plus a barrage of puzzlein' thoughts in my garage, guzzelin' Heinekin my mind I cannot focus 'cause I'm blind again so find a friend to tell it to I'm tryin' to relax, dawg I ain't tryin' to hear about the guns, loot and cars or one silicone titty, pity done tootin', bars I'm tryin' to catch the escalator to the sun, moon and stars, bra you gotta love it, whoo like Jimmy Buffet, yeah give me some stuff that I can handle and fuck it and please hold my calls 'cause I'm out for the night mosquito bites and lightnin' bugs got neon bars you better recamuthafuckinize give me that funnel and run along youngins Well it's just another lawn chair high It's just another lawn chair high And I'm sittin' in the carport Lookin' down the driveway Watchin' all the cars go by And it's alright...it's alright And it's alright...it's alright Hell Yeah I got it all goin', I know'n and there ain't nothin' that you can tell me in this moment and I'm hopin' this evening I'm leaving all my troubles inside while I sit and get by with what I really do best and if I may suggest you do the same which is nothing and that ain't frontin' I'm steady comin' with it talkin' to myself and all else it's gettin' figured out as'n I gets further along turn the right into wrong change the words to this song I know I ain't singin' along but deep inside it feels on so I'm a carry on sippin', skippin' every other idea that that runs up in here 'cause it's clear, they multiply fly back between both of my ears and who cares? I've got a minute if you're with it we can get it set it in the chair somewhere in the front, out there holler in the air "WE THE SHIT OVER HERE!" Well it's just another lawn chair high It's just another lawn chair high And I'm sittin' in the carport Lookin' down the driveway Watchin' all the cars go by And it's alright...it's alright And it's alright...it's alright |
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from Rehab - Graffiti The World (2008)
This town is my home, it's deep in my soul
Thats why I'm at home, even when I'm on the road This town is my home, it's deep in my soul Thats why I'm at home, even when I'm on the road (Verse 1) Grew up in the backdrop, of a small town Nissan truck, dropped down Volkswagen Rabbit, with the top down Sittin' on BBS's, how that sound Yeah, y'all remember that don't ya Don't-don't-don't-don't-don't-don't-don't-don't-don't ya Thats where I come from, Houston County No distance or tour bus can take me To make me forget gettin' my ass whipped In the parking lot of Mazzio's Skippin' church the first time I heard Planet Rock come out a boombox That may be the day God saved my soul So, I take a little bit of everything I ever learned with me anywhere on this globe I go Nobody can take that, think back Linda Mae gave me the name Now Daddy Boone said your radio And for those who think I changed, I did The world out there took a naive kid Scarred his heart and beat him down And this songs beat commin' back around From out the town what up folks This town is my home, it's deep in my soul Thats why I'm at home, even when I'm on the road This town is my home, it's deep in my soul Thats why I'm at home, even when I'm on the road (Verse 2) Northside High School, makin' beats on the top of my desk Whenever the teacher left the room Three years of ridin' the bench wanting to play More than the last 13 seconds of the game, gonna get a name Hangin' with the hood that loves my girlfriend Ended up doin' everyone of em None of them ever thought I knew what to do When it's cool 'cause I used to do your boo too Stealin' cigarettes and malt liquor Rockin' the pep rally in in a cardigan sweater Vowed that I would quit partyin', never But now we got death and meth and nothin' left But questions in our minds Do you really think this town is ever really gonna change in our time? It's in the sky, a mile high It's on your table, that black label It's in your locker, that bottle of vodka Sardines, and pork & beans This town is my home, it's deep in my soul Thats why I'm at home, even when I'm on the road This town is my home, it's deep in my soul Thats why I'm at home, even when I'm on the road (Verse 3) Used to sit on the trunk of a '66 Pontiac Where the party at? I'm askin' my kinfolk as the sun gets low (Can I get a hit of your cognac?) Hell no, y'all know Ain't nothin' but the corner left Did you hear about P Nutty nutted up Four police cars, he was raisin hell Took mace and a billy club to shut him up Well, been sittin' here by myself Drinkin' on Eezie Geezie With the diamond seal Hangin' low 'cause I just got out of jail myself One day I'm gonna leave this place And y'all might never ever see my face again Friends then friends since we were little bitty Now were grown, and this is our ho-o-ome This town is my home, it's deep in my soul Thats why I'm at home, even when I'm on the road This town is my home, it's deep in my soul Thats why I'm at home, even when I'm on the road This town is my home, it's deep in my soul Thats why I'm at home, even when I'm on the road This town is my home, it's deep in my soul Thats why I'm at home, even when I'm on the road |
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from Rehab - Graffiti The World (2008)
When I was twelve, while checking the mail
I was admirin' the car of the man next door And thinkin' to myself, man, one of these days I'm gonna have me a house like that, with a big red door And his yard was mowed, and his grass was green And the driveway was edged and all the shrubs were trimmed so perfectly I had a crush on his wife and I played ball with his son I pondered how much money he made, went inside and turned the TV on And he was layin' In an overflowing bathtub of red water The first and the last time he ever relaxed And they said He had a smile on his face, his final offer The steam on the mirror said, I got one more thing to say I was watchin' TV, havin' one of mum's famous rice crispy treats Watching Tom & Jerry, I heard a car, horn beeped I ran to the window, his wife and son were home With bags of stuff they had got at the mall I went in my room and got my glove and ball I leapt up the steps and asked his son could he play And his son looked at his wife and his wife told his son I guess it'll be ok That beautiful woman, she walked in that beautiful house When I realised I forgot my hat I said I'll be right back and turned around And he was layin' In an overflowing bathtub of red water The first and the last time he ever relaxed And they said He had a smile on his face, his final offer The steam on the mirror said, I got one more thing to say There was screaming, there was crying There was silence, I thought I was dreamin' And the sun was shining, it was a beautiful day His wife was talking to an officer, through the noise I heard her say And he was layin' In an overflowing bathtub of red water The first and the last time he ever relaxed And they said He had a smile on his face, his final offer The steam on the mirror said And he was layin' In an overflowing bathtub of red water The first and the last time he ever relaxed And they said He had a smile on his face, his final offer The steam on the mirror said And he was layin' In an overflowing bathtub of red water The first and the last time he ever relaxed And they said He had a smile on his face, his final offer The steam on the mirror said, I got one more thing to say |
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from Rehab - Graffiti The World (2008)
(Hook:)
Just walk away, just walk away There's too much wrong for you to stay Just walk away, Just walk away Gonna get yourself in trouble, walk away Now he was just your average everyday traffic jam competitor With half a gram, walkin' in the club tryin' to set it off She had two silicon weapons of mass distraction Nipples like screw-in cleats, damn near blastin' Through her skin tight blouse, she lookin' for some action Said her hubby was out of town and started askin' If he'd like to go to her house. I think that's when he realized he couldn't do it Looked at her finger, a diamond from her ring Hit his eye, he couldn't linger He started feelin' guilty for everything they were up to He took a deep breath said, "you know what, I'd love to But evidently there is already someone who loves you" She looked at him like he insulted her and said, "fuck you Look at your pupils, I know what that stuff do Mr. Goody Twoshoes, Call me out, I'll call you out too." Now he was weak as her, he had a ring too. (Hook:) Just walk away, just walk away There's too much wrong for you to stay Just walk away, Just walk away Gonna get yourself in trouble, walk away Together in their deceitful ways embracing the lust They got carried away like a dog chasin' a bus They were back at her house in another man's bed And gettin 'freaky deaky' while the husband sped home To see his wife cause his job had got done early Meanwhile they're wreckin' the room And talkin' all dirty, and sweaty The hubby stopped and got some flowers so pretty And a bottle of wine to spend some time with his sweetie Gets home, sees a car in the yard and he's thinkin' hmmm? Walks up the driveway opens the door and goes numb Just about the time he's gonna yell "honey I'm home" A trail of clothes down the hall leading to passionate moans Changed his tone, tip-toed to the gun cabinet Grabbed a gun his daddy gave him that he used in Vietnam Walk down the hall kicked in the door said "surprise" Sat down on the bed with guns and roses and wine (Hook:) Just walk away, just walk away There's too much wrong for you to stay Just walk away, Just walk away Gonna get yourself in trouble, walk away Hubby said "how you two love birds doing? You havin' fun? Don't cover up your nakedness now, What's done's done" He made his wife call her parents Made the dude call his wife and daughter And told them to come over, "let's talk about life" And then hubby called the preacher 'cause you want God involved When the victim of infidelity has got a revolver and the guests straggled into the room one at a time Realizing what was happening and then wishing they were blind He told the preacher who had married them back in the day That he was right 'the lord works in mysterious ways' Then he addressed the room waving the gun carefree Saying "ladies and gentlemen you've been called here to see Two naked embarrassed humans in a bed that I bought They were havin' great sex about the time they got caught" Then he laid the gun down on the bed so relaxed And said "I'm leaving' feel free to shoot me in the back" (Hook:) Just walk away, just walk away There's too much wrong for you to stay Just walk away, Just walk away Gonna get yourself in trouble, walk away |
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from Rehab - Graffiti The World (2008)
(Hook:)
We live like there ain't no tomorrow No regrets, no time for the sorrow Keep movin one foot in front of the other We all looking for something Hey, hey, hey I'm in the center lane on a freeway My radiator blown on a 100 degree day And I'm more in a hurry than I was before And once again the whole world is in my way So this is earth and I'm stuck here Where profanity pours from faces like mine And the only thing that we're sure of is Is we're runnin out of money, patience and time One step forward and two steps back And we're wishin for a future, reminiscing on a flashback Chasin a dream, hopin it exists And we're grittin our teeth and clinchin our fists (Hook:) We live like there ain't no tomorrow No regrets, no time for the sorrow Keep movin one foot in front of the other We all looking for something Hey, hey, hey Am I crazy, maybe. my brain be gravy Insane the days we have witnessed lately It pains my greatly someone could hate me Maybe they were lied to as babies too Can't see logic, we camouflage it Technology allows us to dip and dodge it Wit magic gadgets, wires and magnets We're standin stagnant and thinking backwards A whole of bunch of nothing is in our way? (Hook:) We live like there ain't no tomorrow No regrets, no time for the sorrow Keep movin one foot in front of the other We all looking for something Hey, hey, hey |
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from Rehab - Bartender Song (Aka Sittin` At A Bar) [single] (2009)
[Song:]
Bartender I really did it this time Broke my parole to have a good time When I got home it was 6 AM The door was locked so I kicked it in She was trippin on the bills I think she was high on some pills She threw my shit out into the yard Then she called me a bum and slapped me real hard And in my drunken stuper I did what I should have never done And now I'm sittin here, talking to you Drunk and on the run I'm sittin at a bar on the inside Waiting for my ride on the outside She stole my heart, in the trailer park So I jacked the keys to her fuckin car Crashed that piece of shit and then stepped away Ya know Moe I'll probably get ten years So just give me beers till they get here Yea I know the sun is coming up And yall are probably get ready for closein up But I'm trying to drown my sole I'm tired of this life on the dirt road Everything that I love is gone And I'm tired of hangin on She got me sittin at a bar on the inside Waitin for my ride on the outside She stole my heart, in the trailer park So I jacked the keys to her fuckin car And crashed that piece of shit then stepped away [Rap:] Guess it was meant to be Romance is misery So much for memories And now I am headed to the penitentiary See me on TV The next cop series I am a danger I guess I should have did something about my anger But I never learn Real things I don't concern I pour kerosene on everything I love And watch it burn I know it's my fault But I wasn't happy it was over She threw a fit So I crashed that piece of shit Nova [Song:] And now I am going back again Back to the pin to see my friends When we all pile out that county van They're gonna ask me where I've been I've been at a bar on the inside Waitin for my ride on the outside She stole my heart, in the trailer park So I jacked the keys to her fuckin car I Crashed that piece of shit then stepped away [Fades out:] Laaa laaaa la laa la la laaaa laaa laaa la la la laaaa Heyyyyyyyy Laaa Laaa laaaa la laa la la laaaa laaa laaa la la la laaaa Hey you bastard Laaaa Laaa laaaa la laa la la laaaa laaa laaa la la la laaaa |
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from Rehab - Welcome Home (2010)
Welcome home
Where the faucets drip at night Welcome home Where the screen door don't hang right Welcome home The only place you'll ever fight Because you love Over and over again Chicken on the grill; hole in the wall where I got ill Comin home late smellin like a still; Mom waited up to get in my grill I swear my dad caught me becomin a man Came with the bail money; did the best he can A cross on the wall; a bible on the table Under a full moon, drinkin the black label Standin on a screened-in porch that lean Chiefin the good leaf; feelin the breeze Momma said everyday hit your knees And give thanks that you're alive Oh, take it to the house Take it to the house; take it to the Take it to the Take it to the house Welcome home Where the faucets drip at night Welcome home Where the screen door don't hang right Welcome home The only place you'll ever fight Because you love Over and over again Think about the years Troubles of the world don't matter here Talk about chevrolets over a beer Don't gotta worry about what I hear Because ya know its all said in love Sometimes pushin comes to shove And we forgive, but we don't forget And its okay to be full of it Cuz we all know who we messin with Car in the yard over run by weeds I remember when I used to climb that tree When I was young and dumb Oh Oh, take it to the house Take it to the house; take it to the Take it to the; take it to the house Welcome home Where the faucets drip at night Welcome home Where the screen door don't hang right Welcome home The only place you'll ever fight Because you love Over and over again What a beautiful day Lookin back and thinkin bout the people that I'm missin You can hear 'em in the breeze and the trees if ya listen Some are in the ground and some are in prison Now I remember momma hangin clothes on the line Way back before I opened my mind And got hip to the guilt, hard times, and fear And I'm just damn glad to be here Welcome home Where the faucets drip at night Welcome home Where the screen door don't hang right Welcome home The only place you'll ever fight Because you love Over and over again |
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from Rehab - Welcome Home (2010)
She got a body like a God almighty
Hot as a pistol Drinkin' liquor out the bottle Got a friend named Crystal Done away with the past She left it dead in the Chevy My little runaway Whinnie Got my back and she ready Booty shorts in beetle Tramp stamp with Adidas And I think she tryin' to bust my speakers She grew up around the corner, father was a stoner Mother been gone since shorty was around 10 Now she's 'bout 19, cussin' like a sailor Smokin' (a Capri), and sippin' up on her Jager Flippin' off the cops, tell her stop, But she don't care Says she just want to have a little fun, no fair Got her feet up on the dash Laughin', smokin' up my stash Says she don't care where we goin' Just as long as we're goin' fast [Chorus] And she knows I love her And I'd do anything for her She's my little rideout chick, that I hideout with 12-pack right beside her And when it all goes down, she'll still be around Even if I don't wife her My little rideout chick, tough little bitch Swear she got it goin' on Says I can take her 'bout anywhere with me Just as long as I don't take her home And we high, and she bumpin' T.I. Ain't she somethin' She fly, and she loves me She says but she lies And she steals, and she drinks like a man She got moves Watch her work it and drop it Wiggle, jiggle, and pop it And she's kinda spacey, maybe little crazy Throwin' beer cans at the speed limit signs While we whippin' through the back roads Young, but she acts old Head out the window to let her long hair blow Wants to go out to Vegas to make us some big dough Pedal to the floor baby, careful what you ask for Got her feet up on the dash Laughin', smokin' up my stash Says she don't care where we goin' just as long as we're goin' fast [Chorus] And she knows I love her And I'd do anything for her She's my little rideout chick, that I hideout with 12-pack right beside her And when it all goes down, she'll still be around Even if I don't wife her My little rideout chick, tough little bitch Swear she got it goin' on Says I can take her 'bout anywhere with me, just as long as I don't take her home We're like Mickey and Mallory, Whilin' out on the run Hate it for whoever gotta Clean up the mess when we're done We're fuckin' shots at the moon Tearin' up motel rooms We set the night on fire Just for the smell of the fumes She got my back, I got hers Her bond is left, and not words Livin' life on the edge Fast as we can in a blur She's my rideout chick And the chick don't snitch We gon' run it til the wheels fall off in this bitch [Chorus] And she knows I love her And I'd do anything for her She's my little rideout chick, that I hideout with 12-pack right beside her And when it all goes down, she'll still be around Even if I don't wife her My little rideout chick, tough little bitch Swear she got it goin' on Says I can take her 'bout anywhere with me, just as long as I don't take her home She's my little rideout chick, that I hideout with 12-pack right beside her And when it all goes down, she'll still be around Even if I don't wife her My little rideout chick, tough little bitch Swear she got it goin' on Says I can take her 'bout anywhere with me, just as long as I don't take her home |
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| from Rehab - Bartender Song (Sittin' At A Bar) [single] (2009) | |||||
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