, bet the wallet do the Gumby (woo!) Stretchin my green, stretchin, stretchin my cream (Cash Rules Everything), I'm the Meth' of my scene (yeah) Come to Texas
yup try to bit the wallet do the gumbee Stretching my cream stretching stretching my cream cash rules everything I?m the meth of my scene Come to Texas
time, and yes I use cheap cheap rhymes, But I try to make a sound my own. I know I don't break new ground, many have travelled this sound, But I try
Killer coming atcha, niggero subtracter Small time dope game, plenty heart though Good girl go bad, I'm high off a motherfucker I read my diary, mind play tricks And traveled
I know a man whose plow handle hand Is quicker than a light Wes Hardin is his name They say he travels in the night For he might have to kill Or walk
was down I would not know how to travel well A hundred bucks and cheap motels I would not know how to fight For my own heart next time around Don't
air. And if you've ever traveled in Texas. I'm sorry but you won't see them there. Hollywood and mis-informed artists. Made the saguro a Texas Icon.
and played guitar and sang the lovesick blues My mind kept going back in time when we both had fun And how I left her waving to me standing in the Texas
here all along So if you'll trust me with your time I'll spend it wisely I will sing to you with all I have to give If you traveled all this way, then
said that he was trying to find himself something else Having a helluva good time trying Two weeks later I got a postcard from Texas Saying, "I've joined a traveling
diamond for my throne Then comes a penthouse, on a hill but my need to dream will still go on and on All of the time All of the time All of the time
shrinking Billy lately I have done some thinking When I look back on our lives We've sure had ourselves a time But you know it's been a wild world we traveled
wish that I could see the lead Flying from the cowboy's iron Chorus: I wanna go time travelin' through Texas you and me I wanna go time travelin' through Texas
's an Open Book [Verse 2:] He's recording every moment?all the secrets of your soul Like every time you got sneaky when your peoples wasn't home And every time
zones Back when niggas been representing Atlanta wrong Every shot he got, he put the hoods of Atlanta on The big screen, then hit every trap and traveled on Past, present to Texas
blues... Here I go again, runnin off at the mouth about buster's Muthafucka's just mad at me ckuz they diamonds ain't up in cluster's! Too many times
swanging threes We coming down watch us clown in these H-Town streets Popped up and shining and blind you, fifth wheels reclining they minding It's about that time
Said it's I've got simple rhymes (rhymes) Every time I travel I'm in the backyard that act just like mine Same grind just different times (times) I know