: Today we buried our mother What a day What a day What a day I told my father I loved her But that I was going away Everything she believed in Everything
: Girl don't like the mixture in me, the liquid in me, the fiction it frees The liquor in me, the Mc' in me, the fried out lights for eyes she sees Girl
: Take my money reck my song All the good times they got blown But I don't owe you, I don't owe you now Let's have a drink, let's take a ride I don't
: Tell me mama... Tell me about God and Money I really gotta know What happened to your soul? Tell me mama... Tell me should I leave here running and
: Hip hop has blown my mind John Cash has done his time When you and I were in the weeds drinking wine With that english singer and your hip-hop thighs