Lyrics:
getting out of Central High
Brenda Lee, she's a sophomore
I never saw her laugh or cry
She's growing up so fast
Studied as the days went by
She's
getting out of Central High
Brenda Lee, she's a sophomore
I never saw her laugh or cry
She's growing up so fast
Studied as the days went by
She's
tastes the same
And I ride my bike to Rosie Lee's
Yeah I ride my bike to Rosie Lee's
Brenda wipes the tables
Old Frank sits by the door
They may not know
a trooper sign of mutiny
Doing time, humans euthanized by the truth in me
Ok, I'm zoned out, turnt up, wildin' out, wavy
Rolling up the purple, bumpin'
Jane
Guitar!
Every time I try
I often wonder why
That a girl like Baby Jane is by my side
In and out of love
Til a new one comes along
Brenda Lee
later know
The music's playing
We're dancing to the beat
And just like Brenda Lee
We're rockin' around the Christmas tree
Oh Christmas time is here
Our
directed by Spike Lee
Ain't got no codeine in my cup
I guess we 'bout to blow trees (huh, woah woah)
No limit like Master P
When I jump on a track, it's
walk an' I love to watch you, Baby
When you talk you can treat me mean
You can treat me cruel
Tell your friends I was a fool
But, Jessie Lee, Jessie Lee
with that killa pussy,
don't run up on me
[Chorus]
Fool I ain't Spud, but these hoes be creepin
Late at night when a young ballas sleepin
Bitches try
is not the book
Should we do the one about the wealthy widow?
Oh, by all means
Always loved that one
Well, go on then
Lady Hyacinth
Lost you come in last
I kick those habits
Boy don't be a fool
The truth is rather bleak
Don't know who you tryna flatter
Complaints from all your friends
it by
Now I got to hide
All thee pain inside
Jumping in my wip
Cause hell has been a ride
Wasting Time With A Cigarette
Your like smoke inside my lungs
(Told Lee he'd be a millionaire)
I come from under the bottom, my nigga
Them people ain't really gon' like this
I got Ducati and cash in my
could never get enough
Late night parties, getting wasted, hanging tough
Jessie Lee danced with dreamers and with fools
And the wild wolves who were
already consumed a myriad of fools,
Experimenting for the sake of our souls.
Hoping to prevent us from getting burned,
I guess sun is up when love is
Rockin' Billy, Turn Her down
Funny Papers, Brenda Lee
Writin' with his old pal Boob
Strummin', rhyming, smokin', jokin'
I guess those days rubbed off on me
friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint
That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti
Like the body cool keep the strap up by the naughties
your woman
Take care of you
Do your thing
By the golden rule
Pay no mind
To the pompous fool
In life you know
May I say to you
Be careful who you
('coz) I'm fallin'
in love with you
on this Saturday night!
Solo 3x
Strophe 4
Carl Perkins, Stray Cats, Brenda Lee –
I'd wish it went on endlessly!
To the tune of “Rocking cround the Christmas Tree” by Brenda Lee
[Verse 1]
There are four types of interactions between a host and virus
Stable,
Tra La La La Suzy
Dean and Jean
Written by Brenda Lee Jones and Welton Young
Peaked at # 35 in 1964
Tra la la la Suzy
Tra la la la Suzy
Big Glock bitch and you know how I do it (yeah)
These dog ass hoes can't fool me
I got em' all choosing, got em' want to chew me (yeah)
Diamonds
hit 'em!
[Doitall]
Born with the funk from the womb of Brenda
See I likes the Lords but you used to dig The Spinners
First with the style from
“You Still Are” by Brenda Carsey
This is it, this is all we know
Surrounded by fools, how can one expect to grow?
Keep making your judgements, keep
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