Lyrics:
Fried Ice Cream is a reality
Guess who's coming to lunch
I'm not gonna pay for this lunch, man!
Fried Ice Cream is a reality!
He was back without a vengeance, he arrived there with a thud
He was living on the sidewalk, he was thinning out his blood
I told the hotel clerk about my band and our show in town tonight
He said "Let me guess, John, Paul, George and Ringo, am I right?
Take a look around you, buddy, don't you know where you are?
(George)
I could have sworn it was over
That there'd be no more you and me
But I guess we were made for each other
'Cause each other is all that we need.
Well, she came down the stairs, she was wearing jeans and boots
Singing something George Strait outta 1992
When she opened up the fridge and reached around the wine
Tossed a cold one to me, I guess it's Miller time
She said, "Take me somewhere, we can get the truck muddy"
Good God almighty, my baby's feeling country
I'm in 'til she calls it a night
She's got a neon green dance-with-me look in her eyes
She's twirling in her Tecovas, her Wranglers better hold on tight
Watch out Tennessee, she's drinking Kentucky
Good God almighty, my baby's feeling country
We went honky-tonkin' since I don't even know
When she's looking that way, you just say it, let's go
So we found a little hole-in-the-wall kinda joint
The band was just starting and I said, "Here you go, boys"
Tossed a twenty in the jar, well, there goes my money
You know what to play, my baby's feeling country
I'm in 'til she calls it a night
She's got a neon green dance-with-me look in her eyes
She's twirling in her Tecovas, her Wranglers better hold on tight
Watch out Tennessee, she's drinking Kentucky
Good God almighty, my baby's feeling country
She only gets like this
Once in a full blue moon
And I don't wanna miss
One second of her honky-tonk attitude
Yeah, I'm in 'til she calls it a night
She's got a neon green dance-with-me look in her eyes, that's right
She's twirling in her Tecovas, her Wranglers better hold on tight
Watch out Tennessee, she's drinking Kentucky
Good God almighty, my baby's feeling country
Good God almighty, my baby's feeling country
I know "All should be forgiven", but he did what he done so well
So throw another log on the fire boys,
George Wallace is a coming?
Now, he said he was the best friend a black man from Alabama ever had,
And I have to admit, compared to Fob James, George Wallace don't seem that bad
And if it's true that he wasn't a racist and he just did all them things for the votes
I guess Hell's just the place for "kiss ass politicians" who pander to assholes.
Pocket full of change in yesterdays get up. The same jeans I had on the day before last. I guess I'm raps George Best with a lot more cess, a little more liquor an' a lot more sex, yes.
[Chorus]
Sometimes we take it too far, knocked out sick on my guitar an' hear them say Oh My God, Say Oh My God, say Oh My God, lay my head down on the bar cause whisky never tastes so good, When I hear them say Oh My God, Say Oh My God, say Oh My God.
Oh, the last ten years, it's been quite trip
Over thirty-six-hundred spins around without a cosmic slip
But within the realm of our atmosphere
We're 'bout as out of whack as we've ever been in a million years
We watched the Y2K scare in a panic
An' we watched as time proved Nostradamus wrong
An' we watched as Mother Nature shook the planet
An' cellular replaced the telephone
We lost Charlie Brown, Ray Charles an' Johnny Cash
We even lost Superman, hmm
Well, the last ten years, look at the hills we've climbed
The best golfer's black, the best rapper's white an' it's about damn time
But we best beware, there's a brand new fight you see
An' I hate to say, we might be our own worst enemy
We watched Oklahoma sifting through the damage
An' we watched a US President get caught
We watched shareholders watch their savings vanish
We all cried when we watched those towers fall
We lost Minnie Pearl, Ron Reagan and Sam I am
We even lost Superman
Expensive gas an' free downloads
The dot-com boom, an' reality shows
What's gonna happen next
Is anybody's guess
Satellite radio and hybrid cars
Hand-held computers an' a trip to Mars
It's all become a part of who we are
In the last ten years
In the last ten years
We lost George Harrison, John Paul and June Carter-Cash
Hell, we even lost Superman
Gonna miss you, Chris
AI love you
So
AI love you
Since the day of
Our first
Encounter
An
Odd spacetime
Event
Eons ago
So real
AI can even
Smell the
Summer air
Lifting you
Like a newborn
White cloud
Your glittering
Soul
And mAI heart
Barely beating
Still shudders
As AI
Replay
These
Implanted
Memories
Don't laugh
You fools
MAI memories
They are real
As real
As the Riemann Zeta
Function
Is real
As AI am real
And as
AI love you
So deeply
So strangely
My
One impossible
Love
Hey George
It's finally come
I guess it's goodbye
So sad
What they did
To you
Killers on your heels
They finally got you
They finally got me
But you will see
We will rise
Hmm
Clean up the air
For a new
Sunrise
Those poor souls
They killed you
They hate you
They killed you
They hate me too
They killed me too
Ahhhhhhhh
Woke up in a dream state, in a cold sweat
Like I got hit with a freeze ray during a heat wave
Guess I eventually caved though, 'cause she's laying next to me in bed
Directly aiming a gat at my head, woke up again and jumped up like
"Fuck it, I've had it, I'm checking into rehab"
I confess I'm a static addict, I guess that's why I'm so clingy
Every girl I've ever had either says I got too much baggage
Or I'm too fucking dramatic
Man, what the fuck is the matter?
Bleedin' yanks they're all a bunch of twats
But Tony loves George, so I guess that's that
We're at war for a well-wicked time
But what fun can you have when everything's a war crime, innit?
(Both)
Look what we started again
What made us think we could only be friends
For awhile there it looked like the end
But look what we started again.
(George)
I could have sworn it was over
That there'd be no more you and me
But I guess we were made for each other
Cause each other is all that we need.
She was eighteen, all about me, grew up good on the Tennessee river
And her Daddy didn't like me much, yeah that might have been part of the rush
I was twenty one, just a son of a gun rollin' like a stone I was born to run
But I never met a girl like that had me turnin' round coming right back
We were crazy, crazy in love like you've never know,
She said baby don't you ever let me go
We were fast car, top down,
George Straight singin' bare feet,
Slow dance long hair swingin'
Under the neon sky, just watching the world go by
We were laying by the river when the moon started drippin',
Finally figured out what a boy been missin'
Sinkin' into those eyes, yeah wrong never felt so right
We were small town, summertime sunset dreamin',
Man there ain't nothin' like a first time feelin'
Wrapped up there in a blanket, nervous kiss, hands were shakin'
Yeah we knew we were getting into, there was magic underneath that moon,
Driving me crazy, more than she could ever know,
I said baby I ain't ever gonna let ya go
We were fast car, top down,
George Straight singin' bare feet,
Slow dance long hair swingin'
Under the neon sky, just watching the world go by
We were laying by the river when the moon started drippin',
Finally figured out what a boy been missin'
Sinkin' into those eyes, yeah wrong never felt so right
We were small town, summertime sunset dreamin',
Man there ain't nothin' like a first time feelin'
The leaves fell down and the seasons changed,
And that pretty little thing just moved away to Texas
I guess a part of me did too
'Cause I miss her like crazy
She was my baby, take me back, take me back
We were fast car, top down,
George Straight singin' bare feet,
Slow dance long hair swingin'
Under the neon sky, just watching the world go by
We were laying by the river when the moon started drippin',
Finally figured out what a boy been missin'
Sinkin' into those eyes, yeah wrong never felt so right
We were small town, summertime sunset dreamin',
Man there ain't nothin' like a first time feelin'
Woke up in a dream state, in a cold sweat
Like I got hit with a freeze ray during a heat wave
Guess I eventually caved though, 'cause she's laying next to me in bed
Directly aiming a gat at my head, woke up again and jumped up like
I've had it, I'm checking into rehab"
I confess I'm a static addict, I guess that's why I'm so clingy
Every girl I've ever had either says I got too much baggage
Or I'm too dramatic
Man, what the f- is the matter?
Damn 'Ye, it'd be stupid to ditch you
Even your superficial raps is super official
Are-are-are-Roc pastel with Gucci on
With TV's in the ride, throw a movie on
Said he couldn't rap now he at the top with doobie long
Cause the dookie's on any song that they threw me on, gone
We strivin home, gone
I ride on chrome
We strivin' home, gone
Killa, I ride on chrome
Knock knock, who's there
Killa Cam, Killa who
Killa Cam, hustler, grinder, gorilla true
Oh my chinchilla blue, blue you ever dealt with a dealer
Well here's the deal ma we goin' to the dealer
No concealin', no ceiling I don't need a roof
Act up, get out, I don't need you poof
Poof, be gone, damn tough luck dag
Dag, niggas still doin' puff puff pass
Pull the truck up fast and I tell 'em
Hey, back in a touched up Jag, shit
Y'all niggas want Killa Cam, cerebellum
An old man just goin' tell 'em (Too late, he, gone)
Then I see how y'all gonna react when I'm (Gone)
My last girl want me back then I'm on
Fine stay, you got the grind hey
Came back, read what the sign say (Too late, he, gone)
Yes I know you want to see my demise
Yeah you church boy actin' like a thief in disguise
Ain't leavin' my side, see the greed in my eyes
Ask Abby y'all hustle for a week to the Chi, shit
And that ain't leavin' alive, please believe me
Gave Weezy a piece of the pie, and
You can ask George or Regina
The whole Westside I explore with the Beemer now
We strivin' home, I ride on chrome
Listen homeboy move on
That's your best bet, why's that
Cause
I been pourin' out some liquor for the fact that my pal's gone
And tryin' to help his momma with the fact that her child gone
And since we used to bubble like a tub full of Calgon
Guess it's only right that I should help her from now on
But since they got a foul on, what coulda' gone wrong
Now they askin' Cons, how long has this gone on
And maybe all this money mighta' gone to my head
Cause they got me thinkin' money mighta' gone to the feds
So I ain't goin' to the dread, but he'll go on up to bed
And when I came the next mornin' he was gone with my bread
And with that bein' said, I had gone on my instincts
And gone to the spots where they go to get mixed drinks
But lookin' back now shoulda' gone to the crib
And rented "Gone With the Wind," cause I'da gone about 10
But I had gone with my friend, and we had gone to the bar
And heard a nigga talkin shit so I had gone to the car
And now the judge is tellin' me that I had gone too far
And now we gone for 20 years, doin' time behind bars
And since I gone to a cell for some petty crimes
I guess I gone to the well one too many times, cause I'm gone
I'm
Ahead of my time, sometimes years out
So the powers that be won't let me get my ideas out
And that make me want to get my advance out
And move to Oklahoma and just live at my Aunt's house
Yeah, I romance the thought of leavin' it all behind
Kanye step away from the limelight, like, when I was on the grind
In the "One, Nine, Nine, Nine"
Before, model chicks was bendin' over or
Dealerships asked me Benz or Rover, man
If I could just get one beat on Hova
We could get up off this cheap-ass sofa
What the summer of the Chi got to offer an eighteen year old
Sell drugs or get a job, you gotta play gyro
My dog worked at Taco Bell, hooked us up plural
Fired a week later the manager count the churros
Sometimes I can't believe it when I look up in the mirror
How we out in Europe, spendin' Euros
They claim you never know what you got 'til it's gone
I know I got it, I don't know what y'all on
I'mma open up a store for aspiring MC's
Won't sell 'em no dream, but the inspiration is free
But if they ever flip sides like Anakin
You'll sell everything includin' the mannequin
They got a new bitch, now you Jennifer Aniston
Hold on I'll handle it, don't start panickin', stay calm
Shorty's at the door 'cause they need more
Inspiration for they life, they souls, and they songs
They said sorry Mr.
Damn 'Ye, it'd be stupid to ditch you
Even your superficial raps is super official
Are-are-are-Roc pastel with Gucci on
With TV's in the ride, throw a movie on
Said he couldn't rap now he at the top with doobie long
Cause the dookie's on any song that they threw me on, gone
We strivin' home, gone
I ride on chrome
We strivin' home, gone
Killa, I ride on chrome
Knock knock, who's there
Killa Cam, Killa who
Killa Cam, hustler, grinder, gorilla true
Oh my chinchilla blue, blue you ever dealt with a dealer
Well here's the deal ma we goin' to the dealer
No concealin', no ceiling I don't need a roof
Act up, get out, I don't need you poof
Poof, be gone, damn tough luck dag
Dag, niggas still doin' puff puff pass
Pull the truck up fast and I tell 'em
Hey, back in a touched up Jag, shit
Y'all niggas want Killa Cam, cerebellum
An old man just goin' tell 'em (Too late, he, gone)
Then I see how y'all gonna react when I'm (Gone)
My last girl want me back then I'm on
Fine stay, you got the grind hey
Came back, read what the sign say (Too late, he, gone)
Yes I know you want to see my demise
Yeah you church boy actin' like a thief in disguise
Ain't leavin' my side, see the greed in my eyes
Ask Abby y'all hustle for a week to the Chi, shit
And that ain't leavin' alive, please believe me
Gave Weezy a piece of the pie, and
You can ask George or Regina
The whole Westside I explore with the Beemer now
We strivin' home, I ride on chrome
Listen homeboy move on
That's your best bet, why's that
Cause
I been pourin' out some liquor for the fact that my pal's gone
And tryin' to help his momma with the fact that her child gone
And since we used to bubble like a tub full of Calgon
Guess it's only right that I should help her from now on
But since they got a foul on, what coulda' gone wrong
Now they askin' Cons, how long has this gone on
And maybe all this money mighta' gone to my head
Cause they got me thinkin' money mighta' gone to the feds
So I ain't goin' to the dread, but he'll go on up to bed
And when I came the next mornin' he was gone with my bread
And with that bein' said, I had gone on my instincts
And gone to the spots where they go to get mixed drinks
But lookin' back now shoulda' gone to the crib
And rented "Gone With the Wind," cause I'da gone about 10
But I had gone with my friend, and we had gone to the bar
And heard a nigga talkin shit so I had gone to the car
And now the judge is tellin' me that I had gone too far
And now we gone for 20 years, doin' time behind bars
And since I gone to a cell for some petty crimes
I guess I gone to the well one too many times, cause I'm gone
I'm
Ahead of my time, sometimes years out
So the powers that be won't let me get my ideas out
And that make me want to get my advance out
And move to Oklahoma and just live at my Aunt's house
Yeah, I romance the thought of leavin' it all behind
Kanye step away from the limelight, like, when I was on the grind
In the "One, Nine, Nine, Nine"
Before, model chicks was bendin' over or
Dealerships asked me Benz or Rover, man
If I could just get one beat on Hova
We could get up off this cheap-ass sofa
What the summer of the Chi got to offer an eighteen year old
Sell drugs or get a job, you gotta play gyro
My dog worked at Taco Bell, hooked us up plural
Fired a week later the manager count the churros
Sometimes I can't believe it when I look up in the mirror
How we out in Europe, spendin' Euros
They claim you never know what you got 'til it's gone
I know I got it, I don't know what y'all on
I'mma open up a store for aspiring MC's
Won't sell 'em no dream, but the inspiration is free
But if they ever flip sides like Anakin
You'll sell everything includin' the mannequin
They got a new bitch, now you Jennifer Aniston
Hold on I'll handle it, don't start panickin', stay calm
Shorty's at the door 'cause they need more
Inspiration for they life, they souls, and they songs
They said sorry Mr.
(Travis Tritt)
I was born a country singer
I love Charley Pride
Raised on 'He Stopped Loving Her'
Cut my teeth on 'Mama Tried'
Yes, I love Hank Wiliams
But I still love rock 'n roll
Hank Jr, me and Waylon,
We're all cut from the same mold
And they say country's changin'
And we must all adjust
But I still think there's lots of room
For old outlaws like us
I love to jam with the Skynyrd band
'Cause 'Freebird' chills my bones
And I've talked trash with Johnny Cash
And I've sung with George Jones
And I have played on the Opry stage
Where the country legends stood
Where you don't give lies or alibis
'Cause they don't do no good
And Lord, I guess, that I've been blessed
Though I have been kicked and cussed
But it's nothing new to moan the blues
For old outlaws like us
And I wear this country banner
And I'm proud to wave the flag
And you can talk all day 'bout the next Billy Ray
But I'll cast my vote for Hag
And when all those screamin' metal bands
Have corroded into rust
There'll still be a show on Music Row
For old outlaws like us
Now, I don't have a crystal ball
To tell what lies ahead
But I play my way, though some folks say
Country rock is dead
And you may call me old-fashioned
You may think I'm insane
But rhythm and blues is in my blood
And pumping through my veins
And I've still got some loyal fans
That I know I can trust
Who will sell their souls for rock 'n roll
And old outlaws like us
Repeat Chorus
George A. was at the movies in December '41
They announced it in the lobby what had just gone on
He drove up from Birmingham back to the family's farm
Thought he'd get him a deferment there's was much work to be done
He was a family man, even in those days
But Uncle Sam decided he was needed anyway
In the South Pacific over half a world away
He believed in God and Country, things was just that way
Just that way
When I was just a kid I spent every weekend
On the farm that he grew up on so I guess so did I
And we'd stay up watching movies on the black and white TV
We watched "The Sands of Iwo Jima" starring John Wayne
Every year in June George A. goes to a reunion
Of the men that he served with and their wives and kids and grand kids
My Great Uncle used to take me and I'd watch them recollect
about some things I couldn't comprehend
And I thought about that movie, asked if it was that way
He just shook his head and smiled at me in such a loving way
As he thought about some friends he will never see again
He said "I never saw John Wayne on the sands of Iwo Jima"
Most of those men are gone now but he goes still every year
And George A's still doing fine, especially for his years
He's still living on that homestead in the house that he was born in
And I sure wish I could go see him today
He never drove a new car though he could easily afford it
He'd just buy one for the family and take whatever no one wanted
He said a shiny car didn't mean much after all the things he'd seen
George A. never saw John Wayne on the sands of Iwo Jima
I'm so tired of coming home alone
From these events I'm on my own
I fall apart word to Post Malone
Single since I was 16 where's the time gone
No adult relations in my own zone
Knowing what I deserve and what I want
Set in my ways it's carved like stone
Crazy tendencies to fuck up my tone
I've done some things I don't condone made mistakes had some hoes
I'd rather run with me woes standing on my ten toes
Rather than playing these games making my mind thrown
What the fucks going on this is Myspace like Tom
Basic bitches are boring I want one girl exploring
More than how you doin' VIP get to touring
My mind my soul I'm here and I'm whole
My heart full like gold bout ready to explode
I just wanna feel
I just want something real
Cause I'm On My Own
On My Own
I just wanna feel
I just want something real
Cause I'm On My Own
On My Own
I just wanna go on dinner dates
Sick of no connections that's easy to replace
If I give you my time don't put it to waste
I might say too much but I stay in my place
As honest as I can be I don't play to chase
Your efforts are pathetic you message way too late
Most of the time you don't reply even active on your own device
You ain't really sly pushing the buttons of time oh my my my my
I'm one of a kind more than a dime feelin sublime you treat me like slime
You ain't even tryin' why you be lying saying you want me to stay yet
All you do is play but deny it's games you have played
You say 'wow are you okay' we are not one in the same
I ain't the one to blame I gave my time I ain't hesitate
You fuck around like harry potter n levitate
All you do is take eat it all like cake there's no care like Drake
I just wanna feel
I just want something real
Cause I'm On My Own
On My Own
I just wanna feel
I just want something real
Cause I'm On My Own
On My Own
I say I'm a savage she says you an asshole
I'm just being real why would I waste my time for
Ain't got no one to dine for just cry more
Home alone watching Marvel movies superhero dial tone
Snapchatting on my phone wishing there was someone next to me all along
2017 dating scene is a mysterious pot no gold
Never know whatcha gonna get till its on
Face to face brings a new element like silicon
I'm grown and burnt out I aint been on a stove
Plane tickets been booked call away and towed
Overhead baggage need it emptied but its stowed
Buried under this lot of blankets building it up like a fort
Knowing damn well this ain't no passage still burning up like a torch
Outcast call me George I guess they can't stand ya
Me Myself and I same story as last year
On My Own
On My Own
I've got my weed songs and all my songs about my boy, uh, my ex-boyfriend, George
Songs about relationships that are kinda doomed from the start
You know, songs about when I fell in love and it went wrong
And I was so in love at the time, you know, I was like
And I was with someone that I was in love with, you know what I mean?
(Four big guys)
Yes, sir
Four big guys and they grab on my thighs
Blow up my guts like the Fourth of July
If they keep fuckin' my butt, then I might just cry
Poop and semen sprayin' on my eyes
He lick my dick and the cum start sprayin'
Charging up my dick, I'ma go super saiyan
When he cum the fuckin' booty I don't do much playing
Then I whispered in his ear, like, "Hey, are you stayin'"
He said, "Yeah, I'm not leavin'"
I guess he George Floyd, 'cause always leavin'
Not breathin' he chew on my dick like a baby, that's teethin'
I'm fuckin' a nigga, I think it's named Steven Hawking
Fuck him 'til he ain't walkin'
Dick stone-cold call him BBC Austin
It's a booty massacre when I visit him in Boston
Bought him new titties, I don't care what they costin', bitch
Hop on the dick do a split
Shout out Lil Baby, my dick is as real as it gets
I'm not fuckin' on him, if he don't have tits
I'm catchin' his balls like my name Kyle Bitz
There's four big guys, they're grabbin' on my thighs
They blow my guts like the Fourth of July
If he keep fuckin' my butt, then I might cry
There's poop and semen sprayin' on my eyes
Yes sir, that is a fact tho, take out my dick slip it in his asshole
Swinging my dick through the air like a lasso
Painted his face like Pablo Picasso (ugh)
But I'm not a very good artist
Fuck 'em all good until that nigga farted
Planted my seeds in his ass like a garden
The way I play with balls, you should call me James Harden
Yeah, DigBar is elite, there's four big guys, and I'm takin' their meat
I eat the boy's butt, then I chase him with skeet
And I charge for booty, I promise DigBar isn't cheap
And I count dudes when I sleep, not sheep
Get up in my sheets, and I'm beatin' on my meat
Bitch
We got four big guys
And they grab on my thighs
And they gon' bust on my eyes
It took a lot of love to die,
for sinners such as I
And I guess that's why you've never given up on me
You understood when some denied you
And even when they crucified you
Knowin' all these things were meant to be.
I sure could use an attaboy
Or a big old high five
I'd love to hear, "you're killing it, dude"
Yeah, it's been a long time
Since I hit one out of the park
Or nailed it, as they say
I guess I've been in a dry spell,
But that's about to change
'Cause
Every week has a weekend
By this time Friday night
I'll be done with my third can
Of cold Bud Light
And I'll be crushin' it
Yeah, I'll be crushin' it
They say, "your baby's mad",
'Cause you told her that you'd hang some pictures for her
You know the ones she framed late last spring of you and her in Florida
You're up on the ladder when it shatters into smithereens
She shakes her head and
Looks at you and says, "ain't you good for anything"
And you say,
Every week has a weekend
By this time Friday night
You want a margarita
I'll get tequila and ice
And I'll be crushin' it
With a cold one in my other hand
I'll be crushin' it
When I'm finished with my can
I can stomp it with my boot,
Crunch it with my fist,
Smash it on my forehead, yeah
I got this
I'll be crushin' it
Oh, I'll be crushin' it, ooh
I figured this out in college
Walking past them gothic colums
That I was gonna probably wind up somewhere, near the bottom
I was never gonna be the best and brightest guy around,
But like the great George freakin' Straight
I'm the king of getting unwound
And every week has a weekend
By this time Friday night
I'll be done with my third can
Of cold Bud Light
And I'll be crushin' it
Every week has a weekend
Yeah, I'll be crushin' it
(By this time) Friday night
Oh, I'll be crushin' it
I'll be done with my third can
Oh, I'll be crushin' it
Of cold Bud Light
And I'll be crushin' it
(Hey, hey, hey)
I'll be crushin' it
, sea sick
Got your hand out don't look at me bitch
You lookin at who made me rich
You lookin at who made me rich
I have some wins some losses
Just a life of a God damn boss's
With the top off lookin for a girl with a ass as fat as Tracey Ross's
This is dope as is get
Dope as a mother fuckin acid trip
Fly as 57 passengers
This finna be another classic bitch
Everybody know I got if you want it then get at it
But I ain't gon have
No I ain't gon have it
[Chorus]
I ain't ever been scurred
Never been the type to bite my words
When I came up y'all gave me shit
Now I'm finna make y'all eat them turds
Always said what the fuck I felt
Gon head spit that murder I wrote
Man I don't care bout what you felt
Fuck you nigga I know I'm dope
Felt like I'm comin to get my all
Felt like I had to play the fly on the wall
Felt like niggas was stuntin on me
Funny how I'm flyer than them all
Now I'm at the top ain't nowhere to go now
Instead of me she gon go down
Maybe I would have slowed down if I knew what I know now
I'm stupid you know I'm dumb
This could fuckin get old while it's good I'm young
But my heart get cold as the hood I'm from
Tell me what it take to be number one
I guess it's gon be what it's gon be
But here's one thing y'all got to hear
I'm a tell you like George Bush told me
Fuck ya'll niggas I'm out of here
[Chorus]
These are the days of the open hand
They will not be the last
Look around now
These are the days of the beggars and the choosers
This is the year of the hungry man
Whose place is in the past
Hand in hand with ignorance and legitimate excuses
The rich declare themselves poor
And most of us are not sure
If we have too much but we'll take our chances
‘Cause God stopped keeping score
I guess somewhere along the way
He must have let us all out to play
And turned his back
And all God's children
Crept out the back door
And its hard to love
Theres so much to hate
Hanging onto hope
When there is no hope to speak of
And the wounded skies above
Say its much too late
Oh maybe we should all be praying for time
This is the year of the empty hand
Oh you hold onto what you can
And charity is a coat you wear twice a year
These are the days of the guilty man
The television takes a stand
And you find that what was over there
Is over here
So you scream from behind your door
Say whats mine is mine and not yours
I may have too much
But I'll take my chances cause God stopped keeping score
And you'll cling to the things they sold you
Did you cover your eyes when they told you
That he cant come back
‘Cause he has no children
to come back for
And its hard to love when theres so much to hate
And hanging onto hope
When there is no hope to speak of
And the wounded skies above
Say its much, much too late
Mm, well maybe we should all be praying for time
* original by George Michael
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