to tart all night long on the inside out turning in this is the best day I can ever remember I will always remember the dim lights the sound of the soft beating stereo except for
Here in Harlan County, the choices are few To keep food on the table and the babies in shoes You can grow marijuana way back in the pines Or work for
it Still brinin' satin for them draws Velvet for the mic and got a pound for the 'cause Rollin' up the cannabis, hittin' the Mary Jane Smokin' the five before it's twelve
Yelawolf mane and Gucci Go, white girl, it's ya birthday (Yeah, I know) Yelawolf mane, Gucci, holler at ya, man (Yeah, I know) So I got this twelve
white girl, its ya birthday [x2] Yelawolf mane and Gucci Go white girl, its ya birthday Yelawolf mane and Gucci Holleratche mane So I got this twelve
I wanna talk to you Pick up my life at the table Read about the way I could be But I know I just ain't able So I read about the real me Who can I blame For
a ballerhollic too Always fresh as hell with them twelve gold, grillin' fool When you see me in the club, I be checkin' out the thugs Scopin' out from head to toe, lookin' for
could hit the Pecina Baby, you see I creep for weeks Even step on the streets, now I sleep on the beach 'Cause you movin' on up, showin' all love That cush on the table
lovin it Ghetto government for those who strugglin *repeat 4x* [hell razah (killah priest)] We form a congress wit our conscience Here to fight against eden for
, cuttin' class, passin' my reefer In my own class, operation return, they tried to say I was incompetent, not able to learn The table turned now, got
baby cry At twelve o'clock a meeting round the table For a seance in the dark With voices out of nowhere Put on specially by the children for a lark
for the helpless Big money, big cars, big weed Y'all know what time it is But you better stack that money for bail I'm on bail, got that weight for
