jeans (do it a) Straight leg Lee's on, sewn at the seams (let's do it again) Borrowing dope tape was all good if ya head-bang (do it a) Long as you was
song, give you pipe dreams like Cheech & Chong Got dough, cop and go, all else breeze along Be strong, the high last four weeks long Get your eat on
out to you and you answered softly You are the children's eyes, I'm the days gone by Oh Ruby Jean, it doesn't seem like a long, long time Since we were
hell Kinda like church, kinda like jail There's a water tower says, 'Welcome to nowhere' As soon as I could I was long gone My jeans were torn and my hair was long
looked so out of place With a railways baggage sticker, yellow frayed and torn Destination Nashville, September '64 And you could tell by the fingerboard her painted nails were long
I've been wearin' this same ol' cowboy hat So long you can't tell, it used to be black It's worn and torn and faded like these jeans I'm in These dirty
of those songs has sustained me through the years I heard the word sincerity and I know now what that means I learned it first with black flag, Mohawks, combat boots and torn-up jeans
staring back at me A beauty queen a singing star was all I longed to be I'd dress up in my mother's clothes and dance the days away When nothing was torn
Inner city rumble Guitar-soundin' trash May not be in rolling stone But we know where it's at Long-haired kids in torn jeans Call this out of control
He's gone He's gone She wears sad jeans torn at the waistband Her pretty face is stained with tears And in her right hand, she clasps a letter I know
wanna front trill with them stiff faces Till them n*ggas lyin' still up in stiff cases With them styrofoams and embalmin' fluid I been gone to long and
these niggaz wanna front trill with them stiff faces Till them niggaz lyin still up in stiff cases Within styrofome... and embalmin fluid I been gone too long
ggas wanna front trill with them stiff faces Till them n*ggas lyin' still up in stiff cases With them styrofoams and embalmin' fluid I been gone to long
hell Kinda like church, kinda like jail There's a water tower says 'Welcome to nowhere' As soon as I could I was long gone My jeans were torn and my hair was long
so out of place With a Trailways baggage sticker yellow frayed and torn Destination Nashville September '64 And you could tell by the fingerboard her painted nails were long
song, give you pipe dreams like Cheech & Chong Got dough, cop and go, all else breeze along Be strong, the high last four weeks long Get your eat on,
crew (let's do it again) And that's how it went (do it a) When we were kids (let's do it again) [Verse: Ludacris] I had a Long John but no Silver, no
I been wearin' this same ol' cowboy hat So long you can't tell It used to be black It's worn and torn and faded like these jeans I'm in These dirty ol
