Outside your window in the rain I fill my mind up with cliche's From movie scenes and books I've read Can't save me from the way I feel right now I'm
I dont know what has changed, Is it me or you? I dont know what has changed, Is it me or you? But its over, now, Trippin on you Yeah Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
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Prevod: Jordan Cahill. More Than Me.
Yes sir, just the sound of his voice is a hit Y'all niggaz got me really confused out there I make 'Big Pimpin'' or 'Give It To Me' one of those Y'all
She takes me to a party Dressed up in city clothes Pretendin I'm somebody Everybody ought to know But once I get a cold beer in my hand There ain't no
Well, I never cut tobacco in the hills of Tennessee And I ain't seen a moonshine still But I still love to smoke and drink No, I never ate dinner from
And i'll take probation I dont want that T.I and Vick vacation Private plane, pick location Im going to the bank to make a big donation Yeah, I dont stunt
[Talking:] Yeah, I appreciate ya patience tonight It's been a moment since I've done some public speaking I find now-a-days it's just best to keep quiet
nobody likes a redneck until their car breaks down then everybody likes a redneck well i like me a redneck santy clause redneck santy clause has his slay
Ba bom bom, ba bom bom Ba bom ba bom Ba bom bom, ba bom bom Ba bom bom Ba bom ba bom ba bom bom It's alright to be a redneck, it's alright to ride around
Not so long ago On his way home from work He'd stop by the side of the road Step out of that old beat up Ford That he drove And he'd walk around Searchin
She had trailer park charm, he carved her name in his arm Then he slept with the waitress from the bar Then she took a chain to his car And broke the
Looking right around you And how will i know When you'll decide to jump Jump out of a window Falling faster i can imagine The way you'd roll your eyes
I'm proud to be ignorant I never listen to a word that you say Because if I did I'd have to learn something new and then uh ... that might make me feel
Niggas (Yeah, uh) Niggas Who's afraid of the punk police? Niggas run the streets, no justice, no peace Fuck the law, rather draw than do time, don't
Narrow minded rednecks, such lame mentality Believe in old time standards, like guns and bigotry They say they're proud of their home This fine old U.
We are lovers of improvements, we admire progressive movements We're the mortals of an age of many things And we harp on education, it's our foremost
