over again Lead me up to the edge of the world There comes a time Now, shake your hair and rattle your cans It's a service funded by a self-made man
I'm fresh this is my time I'm a do it the best Hey I'm a take you to the 80's girl Gabriel Antonio rokin your world I'm a take you to the 80's girl Gabriel
fucking country Wallstreet niggaz, they caught me on a low White boyz dont call me coke they call me blow Its time to go on a bus the train a plane im
somebooooody about me And they'll tell ya I'm a soldier boy And I done told ya, over and over boy [Verse One: Lloyd Banks] I come from a big city, the
: [69 Boyz] ugh now you can be a cute country girl from Idaho thats 23 who ain't never been outside before locked in the basement without a radio or
a, hot in a clothes Good in a, good in a, good a good when she pose Hot in a, hot in a, hot in a, hot in a clothes Good in a, good in a, good a good
ain't rapping about dope nor did I sell it I guess the story of a country boy just ain't compelling A&R's searching for a hit, I just need a meal Couldn
thing if I could You know what they say? They say it's all good. All good. It's all good. Big politician telling lies; Restaurant kitchen all full of flies. Don't make a
t know the difference between a real blonde and a fake Feel like a prisoner in a world of mystery I wish someone would come And push back the clock for
get up outta here with my integrity and come up on a better Me and try to do it big, Do it big and through it to the heavenly Won't be no hell for me
rumble inna di countryside mi a go nyam well ? Yeah, yeah mi yearn for a juicy - yearnin for a powerfull an mighty bushtree dreamin about walkin inna di country
got cable TV Hell, I finally found a city Full of people just like me Someday we'll have a new land From sea to shining sea Someday we'll have a country
shit sounded like an album Who'd have thought a country wide tour would be the outcome Labels want my name beside the X like malcom Everybody got a deal
shit sounded like a album Who'da thought a country wide tour'd be the outcome Labels want my name beside the X like Malcolm Everybody got a deal, I did
a drifter Sometimes I stick up a thumb just to hitch hike Just to get picked up to get me a lift to 8 mile and Van Dyke And steal a god damn bike from
that shit sounded like an album who'd have thought a country wide tour would be the outcome labels want my name beside the X like Malcolm everybody got a
over. Then in 1915, My country said son, It's time you stopped rambling, There's work to be done. So they gave me a tin hat, And they gave me a gun,
their big fat you-know-what, and move! Because we don't have much time. There's enough people sayin', "Ain't it a shame? Ain't it a shame? Ain't it a