'Cause I'm not Sigmund Freud I'm not Carl Jung You can keep it on your mind But keep it off your tongue 'Cause I don't want your cross it's more
gonna pay good money to see your dazzlin' smile You got a come-hither look in your babydoll eyes And you got the kind of body make a man tell lies
your lip, and it's blue as a mood ring That's just for assuming, Chamillion can't throw the up Or standing over you saying, that famous cool by Chris
sake boy, tip your hat to the teacher Ernest Tubb 'Waltz Across Texas George Jones 'White Lightnin', man Patsy Cline 'Walkin' After Midnight Tammy Wynette 'Stand By Your Man
CAMCORDER, TO TAPE SOME AUDITIONS. CARLY: YEAH, BUT I?LL JUST USE MY BROTHERS. FREDDIE PULLS OUT HIS PHONE. FREDDIE: WELL, IF YOU CHANGE YOUR MIND, YOU
rock this jam I wanna see 'em up in the air, throw up your hand Introducin, the one-man band A child that's wild, now with the style, couldn't stand
the herbs stand still Never talkin' to snakes 'cause the words of man kill True in the game, as long as blood is blue in my veins I pour my Heineken
your skin turns blue {Who are you? Who are you?} (See through the eyes of another) (See through the eyes of another) When will you realize (The nigger you hate is your brother
, I once came to tell everyone your story Your passion was my poetry And your past, my most potent glory Your promise was my prayer Your hypocrisy my nightmare And your
much to get your ass smacked So you can save bullshit Word is bond get your shoehorn Because I got a style that fit See Akenyele be cold cuttin' brothers
love me to death, my little brother nick got guest he lovin whats left. Chorus {Fred} i remember one mornin i was cookin the O, and out the blue i
children You must not do it anymore A scheme is not a vision And you never have been tempted By a demon or a God You who stand above them now Your hatchets
furniture left standing, no TV or couch Our aquarium, heck they even knocked over my Chia Pet MeMaw was flung 'cross the room by her hair By her sister
black hoes They used to like your white ass, your blue eyes and your pionty nose Yeah we poked hoe's in heards (word) Then I took your black ass out
arm makes the veins stand at attention I try to block it out with a bed sheet the moonlight's as a curtain 'Cause I'm not comforted by red and blue lights
, brothers tryin' me Gun slingers, dead ringers Yo, my slang's out of this world Mix collaboration man, little man and his girl Way of life got me thinkin
with God You bitch niggaz misinterpret what you don't understand Stackin the wrong sign can end up, shootin your man Shootin each other, shootin your brother
Unfortunately, you ain't fittin' that logic. 'Cause you're much less Sometimes you gotta' stand by your failures to recognize your success. Still, I'll be the bigger man