When there's a shine on your shoes There's a melody in your heart What a wonderful way to start the day With a singable, happy feeling What a wonderful way to start To face the world every day With a deedle-um-dee-dulay Little melody that is making When

Feeling like Phil when I make the play I light the streets where you are I did not come here from nothin' I need a whole lot of money Crossing these hoes out to featherweight Putting your bitches on layaway Niggas they know me from stuntin' All of my

Tudutudutudu, fuck you too Never miss a Sunday service, never got tattoos Every time we drive by wavin', I see right through Singin', oh sweet sounds of American you Man you got it all worked out, don't you, old pair of shoes Never wear your heart on

I was cruising in a 6-4 with all of my hoes New bitch named Crystal, steady to blow My team way too official, with Chevys and Rolls Ooh-ooh-ooh! Daytrip took it to 10 Two niggas with a pistol that's ready to go Seen the red and blue lights, and I got

The wind calls your name, get out of your bed Go on out to the hills, the wind will lead Just when we prevail, the hangman is here Hear his boots and see the figure passing by Echoes of him have been heard Spiritually he is all intact Say your prayer

In the heat of the day down in Mobile Alabama Working on the railroad with the steel driving hammer I gotta get some money to buy some brand new shoes Tryin' to find somebody to take away these blues "She don't love me" hear them singing in the sun

You know there's something missing I prayed heaven today Would bring its hammer down on me And pound you out of my head I can't think with you in it I dragged all that I owned Down a dirt road to find you My shoes worn out and used They can't take me

Get my Maybach washed at the studio I'm passing out xans to the groupie hoes I got five on a Lamb' like Coolio Multi-million, now I'm hanging with the shooters tho Yeah, bust downs, got a few of those Yeah, bitch stop calling my phone up, I'm in the

Another vice Another bed I shouldn't crawl out of At seven a.m. with shoes in my hand Said I wouldn't do it, but I did it again Mmm, another vice Steady as a needle dropping on a vinyl Neon singer with a jukebox title full of heartbreak Thirty-three,

It will be our swan song Put your white tennis shoes on and follow me And I will never sing again And you won't work another day Be our swan song Nothing could stop the two of us I will never sing again With just one wave it goes away Why work so hard