Lyrics:
So, come boy, choose life or death
The only man I hold wake for
Is the sky-blue Bally kid, in eighty-three, rocked Taylor's
My Memorex performed
Girl you gotta cook
You got the chariot by the hook
I'm riding in the rain
Got my blue suede shoes
Gonna give up all my pain
And go ooo yea
Baby
Rope, katana, and then I skin 'em
All beige suit made out of white women
With the red lipstick dancing to John Lennon
With the red sweater jeans made
York City like a Dodger cap
Blu, smooth like blue suede shoes
I told my homie, improve, I'm Tim Allen with the tools
I built my booth, made of jewels,
have on
White collar, blue collar, it's vile linen (sad)
When I went to Mexico they called me John Lennon
Even though he's been d-d-dead for a minute
Rock n Roll
He sang Jailhouse Rock and Peggy Sue
Rock Around the Clock and Blue Suede Shoes
And still there ain’t no cure for the Summertime Blues
Rock n Roll
He sang Jailhouse Rock and Peggy Sue
Rock Around the Clock and Blue Suede Shoes
And still there ain’t no cure for the Summertime Blues
shoes
Try and walk a day
Try and walk a day in my blues
All these years, no sight of her
I even been to the last address
When I was locked up
and tomorrow
Well Elvis wore them Blue Suede Shoes
Johnny Cash had them Folsom Prison Blues
Bob Dylan is blown in the Wind
And Folgerty can be Centerfield
Hot to trot shot,
Out to the hot spot
Up to the nines with bodies in line
An' feelin' so fine
What's to lose, go get ?em shoes
You take
to stop by and check us out sometime
He looked at me like I'm out my mind
Shook his head like, "White boys don't know how to rhyme"
I spit out a line
We beat him down like we were loco
(And said, "Fuck John Lennon") (and his punk bitch Yoko)
Steady takin' charge of the neighborhood
We got
So, come boy, choose life or death
The only man I hold wake for
Is the sky-blue Bally kid, in eighty-three, rocked Taylor's
My Memorex performed
suede shoes
Some G's are fake and some will make moves
I prove jazz gone up another level
Real without making a deal with the devil
And so, I'm about
you gotta cook
You got the chariot by the hook
I'm riding in the rain
Got my blue suede shoes
Gonna give up all my pain
And go ooo yea
Baby you know
hate, but on the low I didn't think he was good
We wore timberland boots, carhartt suits
You can tell a nigga paid, when his filas shoes suede
Rock
my blue suede shoes
I left the path everybody is walking
When i realised people are sleepwalking
A flock of sheep, some robots in line
Floating around
I MUST BE GUIDED BY MY DEcD POPS
CcUSE THE SUN KEEP SHINING
NO DEcD CROPS
STILL THE GRcSS ON THE OTHER SIDE cIN'T GREENER
LIKE c YOUNG JOHN LENNON
And the dead men all wear shoes
'Cause everybody's dancin'
Those late John Garfield blues
those mainstream blues
The kind in the news
The ones that killed John Lennon
Probably got JFK
Abe Lincoln, Marylin Monroe
And Lenny Bruce
Facebook live
Hallelujah, hey
Hallelujah, hey
Hallelujah, hey
Hallelujah, hey
Touching down in Memphis
Gonna find some blue suede shoes
And even though it may seem
the house for some blue suede shoes
Open your eyes extra wide
Staring up at a big blue sky
Be hypnotized by apple pie
Staring up at a big blue sky
Staring
Fighters Colour of the Shape There Is Nothing Left to Lose
Who's Next by The Who
The Cat Empire Two Shoes
Circe Survive Blue Sky Noise
From Under the Cork
Hi you, yes you, eyes blue, I’m new
High school, fly shoes, young shmoo, debut
Hi you, yes you, eyes blue, I’m new
High school, fly shoes, young
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