that way nobody knows a face we just take it to a higher gear but oh thats why ur weird now you got a barbed wired beard i see you better watch your face
grow up to be cowboys It time to let the bed bugs bite You better put all your eggs in one basket You better count your chickens before they hatch You better
You wanna box, get'cha dukes up, I'ma be 'bout it And ride off into the sunset With the windows down, feet out it I got a foul mouth, I blow weed out
too long since you opened your mouth Then you get to wondering why it took so long to find There's just one thing you can't do without You better stand
life an art form we have no red-coats today We require a man of Boney's or Adolph's stature Psychic skyline superior medieval city better than Baghdad
keep it popping, so these haters coming to hate us (Get off, get off) I can answer you quicker than them Shall I begin keeping my mouth closed Keeping my mouth
telling y'all Oakland (It's jus lyke Compton for y'all) Moving on to St. Louis, where the country is fucked With gold teeth ain't hey mouth, but they
needs to know some things about you He'd say, "Set yourself down, tell us what you're thinking about Your hat says something about you, before you even open your mouth
you before, you threw the rocks at the stage from your glass house on the floor? Now I think you're punk, just because it's in. You found a foul mouth
The moralist on the mountain top The cap gun cowboy caught playin' dress up Patrols his cartoon beat with his costume clothes The damn fool with his
That nigga pussy doin' pig Latin He can't come to the hood Might kill him off, top up in the Staten Son think he better than niggas I think his rebels
Well a few years back Me and ol' John worked the Calgary rodeo We were hangin' around town with nothing to do And nowhere else to go And cowboys are
here for you" I guess that nows the time I'd better tell her "Hon I've got this friend that's here with me He used to be a cowboy and a good one so they
'm gunna spend all my life alone. And I swear I need to cover up my heart and soul, I only gain perspective when I lose control. Is it better to be cryin
had a daytime job, she had a daytime name. But her nightlife baby was a different game. Never the kind to wear a thrift store dress, she did it better
well i stare at the hole in my hands and i watch you slip away and i feel if i'd only done better than maybe i could make you stay and i stare at the
see everything there is to see i dont plan on stickin round for this world to kick me down waiting for us there's so much out there you better live