rock you on the swing tonight, chase all your blues away I'm gonna rock you on the swing tonight, chase all your blues away Chase all your blues away
across that sky so grey I ain't never been to Texas But I sure gonna meet that lady One fine day She's my little Texas My little Texas
by Mondays Just to nag about the world Then she stays to nag at Dallas `Cause she hates those Texas girls Poor cow You'll get your dumb man You'll see your
up till Sunday He's patting and mending old shoes From Monday right up till Sunday Hea?ll mend all your heartaches and blues MOD: Texas, Texas,
your door i should have had it as a tattoo on my hand i should have learnt the numbers by heart and you would have let me in again you got into my little blue
song," I'm takin' the kids to my mommas, I'm out, I'm gone. Momma was like Baby now I hate to see your tears. But I've been with your daddy for 'bout
Seven-Thirty-One, Silver Fox Your spot where your freaky freaks flock One day I might just travel back to that island Hope that little old Persian is
bowls me and Baby gram Out of state hoes wit diamond rings 7 nigga teens Look at the fuckin karats on your triple beam How you luv that? Lexus wit the blue
breaks Fucking with your boy, get your punk ass whole face Drop you like a dope case, faster than a pony kick Nigga beat your feet, kick some rocks with
Screw, you see it Some niggas claim red, some claim blue, you see it Nothin' less than 20 thousand on my wrist, you see it You got cars in your yard
I love is there inside A little brick house, on the Oklahoma-Texas A little brick house, on the Oklahoma-Texas line Oh, here they come Long blond hair and deep blue
got a blue blood in your veins You're a rose in the bright sunshine I'm a cowboy in the rain We ain't got nothin' in common cept for a little time We
stay there 'til I die (Until I die) I've got the Dallas blues And the Main Street heart disease (It's buzzin' 'round) I've got the Dallas blues And
and red bones Especially when they all in your ear like headphones? What you know about rippin' up the microphone Or hustlin' 'til them red and blue lights
and you small change Hitting niggas long range, wrong gauge Leaving niggas John Blaze, crime pays if you nice with yours The Bronx is where you fight for yours Ice your
me, I'm just reaching for your necklace Talking to my mom about This little girl from Texas What if I can't forget you? I'll burn your name into my throat
Well, you think you're the queen of Texas Who you foolin' now? Giving off an air of innocence You ain't no sweet little flower I thought I'd seen some
to say It's just a little game you play It's no easier for you some days You wish that you could tell him it'll be okay But you feel a little shy these
