Lyrics:
must be
Yes, I know there must be a place to go
You saw me, from the cathedral
Well, I'm an ancient heart
Yes, you saw me from the cathedral
would've thought I was next on the telescope? (Damn)
Wasn't super-duper poor but we was hella broke
Thirteen with my daddy, he was sellin' Coke (well
carrin', an' he said 'where all ya been son?'|Well he said 'I've Been Everywhere Man'|and thats the name of this one.||I was hitchhiking down along,
Well now Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts
They were true as a blue blue sky
He was a long-legged guitar picker with a wicked wanderin' eye
But he
call me Big Bun for nothin'
No homeboys you come dead, well put em to rest
Bumba clocks em all dead, wit two in his chest
Botty bwoy you come dead,
on my ass, I started flooring it, yeah
Yeah switching different lanes and you ain't notice it, yuh
Man who would of knew
That I would be counting the blue
on my ass, I started flooring it, yeah
Yeah switching different lanes and you ain't notice it, yuh
Man who would of knew
That I would be counting the blue
You'll just never do it
And these are the blues of time
And the blues of a woman
And a man thinkin' of her
As time goes by
There is nothin' I can do
as a loss
Me nobody can stop
Paid the cost to be the fucking boss
You some nerds I'm the motherfucking man
The only blue and red you bang is chess club vs
Your stressed (Stressed)
See me with the red and blue Gucci stripe across my chest
Call me blessed, this ain't bless (Naa)
Tryna make it from round
what you're stealin'
Your open-wound style needed some healin'
You're stripped out by my flow
I'm glad you know behind
This spark I got the
Phattest
Trust (FaNaTiX)
'Velli, wow
Blood on my brand new Fendi, burn them (burn it)
My bruddas like, "Dutch, man, loaw that
We can wipe it off, get some
[Kelly]
Wow, with cliches like that I'm really torn
Your game is played, go back to your porn
[Guy]
You start me up
You make a dead man cum
[Kelly]
Then
Well there she sits buddy just a-gleaming in the sun
There to greet a working man when his day is done
I'm gonna pack my pa and I'm gonna pack my
You got yourself a rumor with a fat blue cap
Crush on me, our sexuality ain't the same
One bull shit lie, I do not acclaim
Gay magnet, that is here
but he was also shot dead by the chicago police
So by now if you dont think that the ideas are cause for alarm ,
well at least understand why cabinet
One squaddy, horrifically burnt in the Falklands War,
Was approached by Prince Charles during a presentation.
"Get well soon" said the Prince,
Well now Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts
They were true as a blue blue sky
He was a long-legged guitar picker with a wicked wanderin' eye
But
of house holding
Techno nerdin'
Don't do no swervin'
Directing Blues Legend
Behind the scenes interviewer
Shining the spotlight, on the at times, obscure
Ok times up, pencils down everyone
Great job during finals week class
Spring semester and your junior year of college is officially over
Cleveland
barbecue, for real (real)
All these days already gone by (gone by)
Man, I ain't seen your ass in a long time
Put a little gin in the punch (punch)
Grandma
blue suitcase
My blue suitcase
Baby where did you go
Yeah it's me and my blue suitcase
Baby how I lost you
Well I'll never know
Well some lowdown babe
man blues
Here comes that workin' man
Well, hey, hey, the working man, the working man like me
Never been on welfare, 'n that's one place I won't
You want me to cross the border?
Well come on baby
YOu want me to cross the border?
Well come on baby
They call me A.J., A.K.A. Ant Jones
And aye,
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