Mr. Lincoln I wish you were here. The Republic's changed a lot in a hundred years. And I don't think it's working like you planned. Oh, Mr Lincoln, we could use a hand. I just read the headlines in The Nashville News. And I wish I'd made this up but I'm afraid it's true. 'Cause a man was murdered for his money in the streets. He was taking his wife to a nice place to eat. When they caught the man he did 23 months of time. He pled insanity like they do now all the time. Sir, what would you have done in 1859? Now if you shoot someone, Sir, you can get off scott-free. It's the latest thing, Mr. Lincoln, can you believe? Now they sue the manufacturers of the gun. Ain't the law changed a lot since 1861? Mr. Lincoln, I wish you were here. 'Cause things have changed a lot in a hundred years. And I don't think it's working out like you planned. Hey, Mr. Lincoln, we sure could use a hand. I just heard the news story on the radio. They let dangerous men out of prisons now, Yes, sir I'm afraid it's so. 'Cause they're overcrowded and it was only his fifth offense. This time, he's killed someone, does that make any sense? Now my lawyer called me about a nuisance case. 'Cause everybody sues over any little thing these days. Well at least we're right. All we gotta do is tell the truth. He said "You're living in the past you romantic fool." I said, "You got that right. I lean toward the older ways. And there's damn few backwoods lawyers left these days." Mr Lincoln, I wish you were here. The Republic's changed a lot in a hundred years. And I don't think it's working like you planned. Hey, Mr. Lincoln, we sure could use a hand. Mr. Lincoln, please, could you come here? 'Cause things have changed a lot in a hundred years. And I don't think it's working out like you planned. Mr. Lincoln, we sure could use a hand.

If I could write I'd tell you how much I've missed these nights Where we'd dig around the bones And try to find peace and patches for the holes I lit a cigarette on a parking meter The corner boys told her how I was dyin' to meet her Like a prayer I said, on a dead man's knee You drove up like a parade You and your high-top sneakers and your sailor tattoos And your old '55 that you drove through the roof Of the sky up above these indifferent stars While you just kept coming apart You and your high-top sneakers and your sailor tattoos And your old '55 that you drove through the roof Of the sky up above these indifferent stars While you just kept coming apart straight in my arm You fell straight in my arms And I miss it sometimes Shakin' like a leaf on the corner of wine But I heard it's alright The radio spoke to a good friend of mine And I can feel it comin' up as the night's gettin' warm Saw your summer dress hangin' on the back of the lawn Like a dream I remember from an easier time With the top rolled down on a Saturday night You and your high-top sneakers and your sailor tattoos And your old '55 that you drove through the roof Of the sky up above these indifferent stars While you just kept coming apart You and your high-top sneakers and your sailor tattoos And your old '55 that you drove through the roof Of the sky up above, these indifferent stars While you just kept coming apart right in my arms Right in my arms And I always dreamed of classic cars and movie screens And tryin' to find some way to be redeemed Bring a dollar with you, baby In the cold, cold ground You and your high-top sneakers and your sailor tattoos And your old '55 that you drove through the roof Of the sky up above these indifferent stars While you just kept coming apart You and your high-top sneakers and your sailor tattoos And your old '55 that you drove through the roof Of the sky up above these indifferent stars While you just kept coming apart straight in my arms You fell straight in my arms

Can't even talk shit Они молчат, лишь видят move Мой step стал большим И с каждым днём жирнее groove Скажи мне, кто ты? Пока за нас орут, кричат эти банкноты Окей, настал мой час, и эта сука даёт горло Тупой ублюдок любит нас, ведь это стало модно (я) И кто бы мог подумать, новичок стал делать порно (hold up) Hold up, сука знает, мой стилёк стал весить тонну Back it stu', i mean it, 808-ой толкает волну (у, я) hello, мир, манера крутит мир В double cup'е мои xan'ы, а другой держу свой bean (у, я) погоди, i'm swervin' shit один И мне так похуй, я застрял среди этих паутин (м-м) Они говорят мне, что я в норме (м-м) Драги вроде молчат, но тоже помнят (м-м) Я бы мог подумать, что я в норме (м-м) Почему я просыпаюсь снова? Снова человек, чьи чувства на айфонах Снова человек, к кому я чую холод Снова человек, который хочет доллар Снова человек, который чует холод (снова, снова) (снова) снова ночь, (снова) снова ночь, (снова) снова ночь И я курю style (снова) снова ночь, (снова) снова ночь (снова) На виду у стаи (снова) снова ночь, (снова) снова ночь (снова) И я курю style (снова) снова ночь, (снова) снова ночь (снова) Слышишь? на виду у стаи Снова ночь, снова ночь, я курю style Снова ночь, снова ночь, я на виду у стаи Снова ночь, снова ночь, я курю style (снова ночь, снова ночь) Снова ночь, снова ночь, слышишь, я веду стаю