JACKYL lyrics - Jackyl

Back Off Brother

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I feel no pain The battle is my ball and chain Am I insane? My breath smells like kerosene Don't look at me I'm a sight for sore eyes to see I can't believe I'm a walking talking misery CHORUS Brain drain 190 grain It's not the caine, not the mary jane But the golden grain Don't you touch my bottle You might drop it break it then I die If life's worth living, why do I always cry the blues? Don't you pray for me I don't need your fucking sympathy Just a little drink, it means about the same to me Yea Brain drain 190 grain Am I insane? Will I ever change? Brain drain 190 grain It's not the caine, not the mary jane, but the golden grain I'm a redneck punk Can't remember when I wasn't drunk People say I stink I don't care what they think no No colored whiskey I don't drin kthat rock and rye Pass that 190 And I'll say bye-bye CHORUS

Let It Go

JAHEIM "Ghetto Love"
Yeah So you want drama huh? We can do this Well well well well well I heard you've been poppin lip Talking slick If you want it you can get it we can handle this My shorty keep telling me you're stressing her out You need to relax before I go up in ??? I'm not the one to be played with Your loose-ass lips will get your dome split You're getting me steamed and you don't wanna do that You mess around and make me have to wile out and snap Chorus I think you better let it go Heard you been creeping round my baby's back though Now what you sliding through here for? I think you better let it go I think you wanna let it be (be) Cos if you want beef I got the recipe Now you don't really want no parts of me I think you better let it be (let it be) Can't believe you came here, thinking bout what's gone What the Hell is wrong with you son? Best be moving on Before you go, gotta let u know See those excuses you was using, you can't come here with that there no more She's been around the house, stacking what you bought, Everything you own is on the back porch, You're breaking the rules, kid I've had enough I'm bout to start hooking off with jabs and upper cuts What? What? What? What? (Chorus) Wilin' over this chick Ja, Slow you illin' Probably be the next book by Terry McMillan Open off of Hennessey, seeing the remedy, Ready to pop ‘em both like, like they breaking and entry, It's Tempting, they'll turn your last name Simpson, Redemption, leave you in a centre of detention, If he don't listen, air him out It's Shorty ???? It aint a game It's what a playa about. Cash flow (chorus)

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