Said I was just a wanna be
But now they all pay to see
What they were gettin for free
How about them days and now
You don't know what to say
Aint it funny how the sun can shine
And hide away
And it's a long way on a they say highway
I'm still runnin
A lonesome highway of uncut my way
Can you feel me comin
In a 59 drop top blood red cadillac
Knock knockin
Black bob at your door
Still rockin
Everybody say that
Knock knockin
They used to say ritchie boy
He got no sense
But now they say oh bobby man
He was my best friend
Aint it funny how the glory and the stories
And the times can change
And no sense ritchie just
But himself a big fuckin airplane
I grew up in the back woods
Hung in the crack hoods
Learned to pimp
Like a mack should
I could have been a rich man like pops
I never kissed ass
And those days since passed
Here I stand like jesus
I don't need this
Fuck you ho's can squeeze this
I can't believe this
I'm so wasted
From all the fruits of life
That I've tasted
Never a clone on the microphone
I got shit built up
Cause I never felt loved at home
And all alones how I spend my free time
Writin freal rhymes
Drinkin cheap wine
Easy whips
And a cracker
I'm the master blaster
No one cuts faster
The king of disaster
Is who i'am ho
And i'll be rippin the fuckin ryhmes
And I'll make you mother shit her pants bro
So so
You better watch your back
Watch for me comin
Watch for me comin
In a 59 drop top blood red cadillac
They used to call me names Said I was just a wanna be But now they all pay to see What they were gettin for free How about them days and now You don't know what to say Aint it funny how the sun can shine And hide away And it's a long way on a they say highway I'm still runnin A lonesome highway of uncut my way Can you feel me comin In a 59 drop top blood red cadillac Knock knockin Black bob at your door Still rockin Everybody say that Knock knockin They used to say ritchie boy He got no sense But now they say oh bobby man He was my best friend Aint it funny how the glory and the stories And the times can change And no sense ritchie just But himself a big fuckin airplane I grew up in the back woods Hung in the crack hoods Learned to pimp Like a mack should I could have been a rich man like pops I never kissed ass And those days since passed Here I stand like jesus I don't need this Fuck you ho's can squeeze this I can't believe this I'm so wasted From all the fruits of life That I've tasted Never a clone on the microphone I got shit built up Cause I never felt loved at home And all alones how I spend my free time Writin freal rhymes Drinkin cheap wine Easy whips And a cracker I'm the master blaster No one cuts faster The king of disaster Is who i'am ho And i'll be rippin the fuckin ryhmes And I'll make you mother shit her pants bro So so You better watch your back Watch for me comin Watch for me comin In a 59 drop top blood red cadillac Explain Request ×
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