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| Sublime-Self Titled Same In The End Down in Mississippi where the sun beats down from the sky. They give it up, and they give it up, and they give it up, but they never ask why. Daddy was a rollin', rollin' stone, oh, he rolled away one day and he never came home. It ain't hard to understand, this ain't Hitler's master plan, what it takes to be a man. ooh, In my mind, and in my brain I roll it over like a steamin' frieght train, It ain't hard to ascertain. You only see what you want to believe when you light up in the back with those tricks up your sleeve. That don't mean I can't hang But the day that I die will be the day that I shut my mouth and put down my guitar. Sunday morning hold church down at the bar. Get down on your knees and start to pray, oh, Pray my itchy rash will go away, ow! Back up y'all, it ain't me, Kentucky Fried Chicken is all that I see, It's a hellified way to start your day. If I make you cry all night, Me and daddy are gonna have a fist fight, It ain't personal, it ain't me. I only am what you told me to be, I'm a backward ass hillbilly, I'm dick butkiss. You know I lie, I get mean, I'm a thief in the dark, I'm a ragin machine. I'm a triple rectified ass son of a bitch, Rec-tite on my ass and it makes me itch. I can see for miles and miles and miles, oh .. My broken heart makes me smile. In my mind, in my brain, I go back and go completely insane. It ain't personal, It ain't me. If I make you cry, I might, be your daddy at the end of the night. Take a load from my big gun. You only see what you want to believe, When you creep from the back I got tricks up my sleeve, 24/7 the devils best friend, Makes no difference it's all the same in the end |
Sublime-Self Titled What I Got Early in the mornin', risin' to the street, Light me up that cigarette and I strap shoes on my feet. Got to find a reason, reason things went wrong. Got to find the reason why my money's all gone. I got a dalmation and I can still get high. I can play the guitar like a mother fucking riot. Life is (too short) so love the one you got cause you might get run over or you might get shot. Never start no static I just get it off my (chest). Never had to battle with no bulletproof (vest). Take a small example, take a tip from me.. take all of your money and give it up to charity. Lovin's what I got, It's within my reach (and the sublime style is still straight from Long Beach) It all comes back to you you're bound to get what you deserve. Try and test that, you're bound to get served. Love's what I got, don't start a riot, You feel it when the dance gets hot. Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that. Lovin', is what I got, and remember that. Lovin', is what I got, I said remember that. Lovin', is what I got, I got, I got why I don't cry when my dog runs away. I don't get angry at the bills I have to pay. I don't get angry when my Mom smokes pot, hits that bottle and goes right to the rock. Fuckin and fighting, it's all the same. To live with Louie dog's the only way to stay sane. Let the lovin', let the lovin' come back to me |
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