give my money. To a man named Curtis Loew Old Curt was a black man. With white curly hair. When he had a fifth of wine. He did not have a care. He used to own an old Dobro. Used to play it 'cross
give my money. To a man named Curtis Loew Old Curt was a black man. With white curly hair. When he had a fifth of wine. He did not have a care. He used to own an old Dobro. Used to play it 'cross
curt. I swear to God that this doesn't hurt. When you stare like that, you put on that act. You say something and then you take it back. . And I feel as though I've done something wrong. Oh, how I
. Lay back close the curt, pop my collar first. And blew my trees, put my nerves at ease, 'til my trigger squeeze. My heater heat, still I'm high off weed, bitch, that's high degrees. I money make, AM
brushed my beard Rewound some tapes of some Def Jam tunes. As I waited for this freak to ring my bell at noon. 12 o'clock came, left the door crack. The freak walked in a mink on her back Put her curt on