Count up bands with my best mans (Cook up grams with the left hand) Cook up grams with the left hand Left hand (left hand) Count up bands with both of my hands Cookin' up grams with the left hand Shout outs go out to all of my fans Dropped out of school

In the enemy land Everyone was shouting When the king came down the hill They were attacked by surprise In the middle of the night They didn't stand a single chance A single chance to fight After the battle they gathered around the king And they had

And I said someday I'll get my life straight And she said it's too late What's done is done And I told her someday She said I can't wait 'Cause sometimes someday just never comes She looked me in the eye and said it's over I can't take this heartache

A Merle or a Willie If not for a Django and Jimmie The Django and Jimmie Has Mississippi A young singing brakeman A jazz playing gypsy Might not have been I'm a kid with a guitar Trying to play ?, when they ask

You must not know 'bout me To the left, to the left Matter fact he'll be here in a minute, baby I can have another you by tomorrow I can have another you in a minute Everything you own in the box to the left Standing in the front yard telling me How I'll

I might need me some ventilation A little vacation, Houstonfornication Mind redefine new renovations Space coupe back out of the space station Ain't never freein' up and never let y'all, man We always forgive, but don't forget easily (oh, no) Cut my

Failed attempts at living simple lives, simple lives If you see me, please just walk on by, walk on by Forget my name and I'll forget it too Always keep me coming back to you Deep inside these burning buildings Voices die to be heard Years we spent

The way that I carry on. The way that I fuck her and I know that it turns her on So baby girl I'm gonna get you undressed I know you like it when I give you rough sex I bet you know what's gonna come next No fore play, no kiss, no caress Upon mi shoulder

So send the X and O's on another note, I'm ghost Do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin' done with you, girl So fuckin' done with all the games you play Send the X and O's on another note I'm do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin' done with you, baby Yeah, yeah, yeah And you got

You can't come in You don't live here anymore I need soothing My lips aren't moving My God is brooding I banish you with love Oh, my hopeless wanderer Oh, some creepy conjurer Who touched the rim