Testi:
The Slip Poor Boy

I'm just a poor boy in love with you and I know that you don't get along with your man Oh when the moon is loaded Oh when my hand is folded on the

Gemini, Taurus, Let 'em die for it. Delicate freak show alert the frame. Bash all flags where the mag spin park. Corroded by the volts that jolt the cold vein. Boogie down kits to slip

flaw Turn it up til it burns that stove top Mr know it all, bad boy showoffs Red lights, no stops Mumma, this can't be the boy you raised me to be The

Or does the grass need cutting? Has it changed direction? The chants that only serve to divide, the police link with the revenue, the royalties slide Now as poor

John Q [Chorus] If you insecure poor you gone be insecure rich If you smoke weed poor you gone smoke weed rich If you smack cats shot cats got flaps Did it all poor

I'm a poor backslider in the pit of sin I try to crawl out. I slip back in Come Savior save me-get ahold of my hand Please don't let me slide back in

love don't cost a thing No matter what, what, what this life might bring If I'm holdin' you then I've got everything You make this dirt-poor country boy

game Therefore i aint servin nuttin but the pain You playin, im hungier than a mothafucka man Rob a store before you walk around poor Cause you aint gettin from me you grown boy

weren't your mama's only boy, but her favourite one it seems. She began to cry when you said goodbye, and sank into your dreams. Pancho was a bandit boy