Lyrics:
or blue
Too young to vote
I did not have a clue
Politics at recess
A friend told me man
You gotta vote for Bob Dole
He's our only chance
But then my
walls that bound me
And the years that went by too slow
And the songs that I sang to the blue sky above me
As I walked in that big prison yard
Singing
On the working mans blues
cnd an amen kind of love
I wanna hear songs about momma
Folsom prison blues
Whiskey and trains
cnd I'm over you
I wanna hear a steal
blinded by the light
The guitar cries, When his fucking fingers slide,
If you give this man a ride
Your sweet family will die,
The Doora slowly open up
J Smash keep smashing
Came out the blue yeah
I did everything I said I would do yeah yeah
This ain't nothing new yeah
Ask around or you could check
don't write their lyrics
But some people have reached levels that are atmospheric
By relying on others to write their songs and shit for them
And they
a song, the other girls sing along
And tell all the fellas that that lady is single
Fickle way to tickle on my young man's ting
She's up for doing what
a song, the other girls sing along
And tell all the fellas that that lady is single
Fickle way to tickle on my young man's ting
She's up for doing what
a jelly roll
He sings a song about a-pork and greens
He sings some blues about New Orleans
You know he's gone, gone, gone
Jumping like a catfish
demigods
Apathy and Achilles
I'm half king half god
Like I'm Queen Nefertiti
Float along on every song
Powered by Archimedes
And I'm born to be a star
Like
rock
Well, so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And the next on the mic is my man Hank
C'mon, Hank, sing that song
Check it
my side I'm thinking about staying
All through the night my heart needs saving
My hearts been breaking
Tailgate Blues
The old man told me keep it up
night on a hard wood floor
To the redneck fiddlin' man
Good times go by easy
Good times fly away
One night some boys from town came by
With a bellyfull
still in my mouth
So consumed by that Brilliant Blue.
Brilliant Blue.
In the Brilliant Blue
I see you.
I drink alone more than you’d like
Eating
is sitting on the couch
Heard my song start on the speakers for I'm even sitting down
I dap em up and say wassup but I ain't nervous man I'm proud
Lost city of New Orleans, we call him this
(Georgia)
Now
This song is dedicated to the one wit the suit
Thick white skin and his eyes bright blue
Blame it on the man writing this protest song
Blame it on the socialists
Blame it on the presidents
Blame it on the little guy
Just trying to get by
Blame
aid blue
Im sippin on this drank
I am the man I really thought you knew
So homie do not hate
This tree that ganja call this misdemeanor
Smoking
a jelly roll
He sings a song about a-pork and greens
He sings some blues about New Orleans
You know he's gone, gone, gone
Jumping like a catfish
the end of this song
Pull up to the spot better have blue on
I've been takin' out the opps that ain't playin' our song
When the track comes on all
Over here by the railroad track
And I wish to the Lord that I was back in Georgia
Blue water in the indian sun,
Calling me when the day is done
Over here by the railroad track
And I wish to the Lord that I was back in Georgia
Blue water in the indian sun,
Calling me when the day is done
Mama
at the mall, shoot hoops too
Whole crew rockin' suit's made by Bruce Bruce
And my wood wheel is a blue spruce
(It's a blue spruce)
Damn, okay, RiFF, feel me?
a bad bitch know get naked come to da niz for da kniz by default
Remember when they called me washed till i sink mans boat with a one torpedo
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