begged her please come home Pretty soon I started drinking tryin' hard to keep from thinking Just how much I loved the first Mrs Jones It was cold and dark one morning
and done i'll be 40 before I know it wit a 40 on the porch tellin stories with a bottle of Jack, two grandkids on my lap, babysitting for Hailey, while
Ken Hensley] she came to me one morning one lonely sunday morning her long hair flowing in the midwinter wind I know not how she found me for in darkness
' blue Sometimes one in the morning, so you can get out of bed Ya like Jim, ya like Jack, ya like Makers Mark Drinking in the daytime, drinking in the dark
posed for pictures with Iv'ry Soap, I've petted stray dogs, and shied clear of dope My smile is brilliant, my glance is tender But I'm noted most for my
my city once im acting up just because I'm rollin clean in a chevy,dark skin mexican standind 5'4 put the pedal to the flow hear my glass backs roll hit the the corner with the passion on my
take as needed for the pain Another gray morning dawns across an ashen sky My sweet demoness, beckons me [Incomprehensible] The dark mistress of many, beholden to none My
what you think you no-floats, and row boats when u hit below dont say doh,.meew!meew! got to get out of here! slur my esses, then you blur my message
my skull that hides behind my hair and skin, I see the selfsame skull of my father, and beyond the skull of my father, the skull of my grandfather, and the skull of my
We're waiting for the rays of the morning sun Hey, the morning sun, whoa, oh, the morning sun Hey, hey, the morning sun Has anybody seen the morning
'd mend my television? Wouldn't people lay about without some supervision? Who'd drive the fire engines? Who'd fix my video? If there were no prisons,
our lives we risk How it use to be, early morn, pumpin' in shifts Jakes wit pale faces in the night is the scariest They handcuff me, they knew my government
under my pillow and a hand like we freakin. Creepin deep into morning. Peepin out the weak. While they yawnin and let my cloud speak for it's self. No doubt. Outlaw. Outta my
no changes I wake up in the morning and I ask myself Is life worth livin' should I blast myself? I'm tired of bein poor and even worse I'm black My stomach
Hatter magic Rabid mastif collaborative Splatter bachelor fabric fatter with Cabbage Patch lit (Dark days) Banded Louie-Louie (Park blades) Chemically bent-up but eager to crash for that one, two, three repeater Good morning
fly jackets from Carlos at the mall Or be in King Domes poppin' bottles in the park Don't play on 40th cause they'll rob you after dark Wolf pack gang