WOO WOO!!! I hear THAT train a comin
Perfect I Ain’t (this is my attempt at a country song)
Well I've smoked myself stupid
Time and again
My pipe, and my lighter
Are my two best friends
Lord they got me through
The bad times
And they were there for the good
I'd quit 'em and leave 'em
If only I could
Some people say that I'm a sinner
And other folks call me a saint
Well of those two names I am neither
All I know is perfect I ain't
Oh the whiskey and woemen
Have gotten me down
Both send me to a place
Where I cannot be found
So I search the world over
To find my true love
But Lord I can't find her
So I'll smoke one more bud
(And chorus again)
Heh heh, so there's my country song. I like it. It sounds good in my ear when I sings it. Yes, sings it. Sings, sings, sings!!! I wrote that last wekend on my way back to West Virginia from Cleveland. Then, a couple nights agao, I wrote a rap. I think it's pretty good too, so here it is
The Dark Side...
Chill after dark
Load a bowl and then spark
Feels good like a kid @ an amusement park
But in the weak
Sometimes that shit becomes master
So they burn tough
And smoke that shit a bit faster
They Have ta'
No control over life
No control over death
Turn to the Dark Side
And baby what's left?
An empty shell
Hollowed out and alone
Breathing through a tube
And getting shot up in yer home
And all for a little bit of peace and quiet
Cause you couldn't
Handle your life
And got caught up in the riot
You wanna live son?
Here's what you've gotta do
Grow strong
Don't let the meth lead you
Stay off that widened out path of destruction
Control yourself
Before you can't control nothin.
Well I've smoked myself stupid
Time and again
My pipe, and my lighter
Are my two best friends
Lord they got me through
The bad times
And they were there for the good
I'd quit 'em and leave 'em
If only I could
Some people say that I'm a sinner
And other folks call me a saint
Well of those two names I am neither
All I know is perfect I ain't
Oh the whiskey and woemen
Have gotten me down
Both send me to a place
Where I cannot be found
So I search the world over
To find my true love
But Lord I can't find her
So I'll smoke one more bud
(And chorus again)
Heh heh, so there's my country song. I like it. It sounds good in my ear when I sings it. Yes, sings it. Sings, sings, sings!!! I wrote that last wekend on my way back to West Virginia from Cleveland. Then, a couple nights agao, I wrote a rap. I think it's pretty good too, so here it is
The Dark Side...
Chill after dark
Load a bowl and then spark
Feels good like a kid @ an amusement park
But in the weak
Sometimes that shit becomes master
So they burn tough
And smoke that shit a bit faster
They Have ta'
No control over life
No control over death
Turn to the Dark Side
And baby what's left?
An empty shell
Hollowed out and alone
Breathing through a tube
And getting shot up in yer home
And all for a little bit of peace and quiet
Cause you couldn't
Handle your life
And got caught up in the riot
You wanna live son?
Here's what you've gotta do
Grow strong
Don't let the meth lead you
Stay off that widened out path of destruction
Control yourself
Before you can't control nothin.