Why you've never grown but now I know Yes, you've gotta take a little time for yourself You gotta live a little life on your own Yes, you've gotta take
Übersetzung: Texas. Man muss nur ein wenig zu leben.
Why you've never grown But now, I know You gotta take a little time for yourself You gotta live a little life on your own You gotta take a little time
given. I say it don't matter if I work at Mc-E-D's. I still got a fix for what you got between ya knees. On a new broad, you still one to one. Every once
Texas T, haters is so screwed But I can't fill it like a flathead in a Philips Don't get it twisted, nigga I'm no tool More cool than a pool in a blizzard
tell so well For fifteen years I've been a real player So if you wanna have sex say hell yeah I met this girl in Atlanta She let a nigga fuck but I
got a hell of a grip to grab a hold of Got a lot of cash for a little love All they wanna do is take you down to the mall Floss a little bit and get
I can?t seem to get my fill of That little West Texas town I?ve got a sweet thing built right Betty Head to toe, she?s mighty pretty Living in that West Texas
I call ya I got to let you know that you're gorgeous girl And you know that I wanna really know you. So I'm yelling hey, hey You're frontin like I ain
so screwed But I can't fill it like a flathead in a Philips Don't get it twisted, nigga I'm no tool More cool than a pool in a blizzard With ice cubes
I can smoke a green mile Got a chrome need a Rolls shined up for you, baby Bling-blow, I rock a throwback Jordan 23 Rolling on hot 23's Tote a big glock
live it up, you corny fucks If you take a fucking minute to think about what you've done When you stood against a gangsta who live and die by the gun
you hiding, hey, hey, hey. jackalope, how come I can't find you, hey, hey, hey. it was posted Somewhere in texas. it must be living somewhere in texas
love moves a little too slow When you're riding with an electric rodeo I can't complain, you know I do alright Singing my songs in a different town every night Looking for a
plain view Tell me which one of us rounders Would you trust this poor child to You just roll on cold river Wash little Moses down We've got business
