Lyrics:
my blue sweater
My blue sweater
Lighting up at Coachella
All the girls are listening to Taylor Swift dropping double albums
While Lana's lighting up
This the greatest fucking album you gon listen to
This the greatest fucking album you gon listen to
This the greatest fucking album you gon listen
swear my lyrics won’t be half as bad
I’ll write all the music
But the drums will still be played by Chad
Let me write Chili Peppers an album
Let me write
with the shrimp like you know
Oh damn almost got ate
Got ate by a snake and I almost got ate
I'm a shrimp it's the end of the album of the album
Devil with the blue dress, blue dress
Blue dress devil with the blue dress on
Devil with the blue dress, blue dress
Blue dress devil with the blue
Let's go down to the sea
Let's take a walk down by the sea
See the blood soaked sand go down to the sea
It's such a beautiful night, love when
Berlin Praga nie Warszawa to Wrocław
Four Seven One stolica z dolnego Śląska
Życie nie łatwe trzeba temu sprostać
Lecz są możliwości nawet by zacząć od
to move my records to 54 states
Got more work than the mayor do (mayor do)
it stick to niggas that talk shit
like a baller they bitch hair blue
Got
album had no famous guest appearances
The outcome: I'm crowned the best lyricist
Many years on this professional level
Why would you question who's
take what I want
So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
My, first album had no famous guest
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1.Monkeys, Whales, Bugs
and my man Rick got millions of gold albums
(That's a lie) I'm gettin' cold money every day
(You're a liar)
You'll need a wheel barrow for all that shit in
a gritty fiend for,
Money, power, respect, get it by any means uh,
New Yorker, slick talker, walk like a brick flipper,
Decimal doctor, multiply to get
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turnin' red
You used to be a little kid with
hear that name and place a trigger to the figure who
It blew through and if ya try ta rip, I throw a bigger blue shoe to you
And if you take the shoe,
Rachell - mandolin
Recorded: Memphis May 30st 1930 # 62547-2
Victor #62547-2
Album: The Legendary 1928-1930 Recordings
Gus Cannon And His Jug Stompers
by me
Blue heartz everywhere
Blue heartz
Blue heartz everywhere
Blue heartz
Blue heartz everywhere
I got
Blue heartz everywhere
I got
Blue heartz
to saddle up the Tontos cause I'm the Lone Ranger
I eat dinner with Jews but don't talk to strangers
I'm just a few albums from filling your disc changer
If
quite a lot. maybe that's normal when the band's not
On the scene for a while. but after that it feels really good to have,
Actually, a new album ready
the Wisp
The time now is no time
The temperature is cold
And the news is blue
But for now the light still shines
Off the same album, this is
Ain’t going back, ain’t going back
Taught by the G’s from the C’s how to make it stack
And taught by the man how to give it back
Lost my dad but that man
Blue on blue, heartache on heartache
Blue on blue now that we are through
Blue on blue, heartache on heartache
And I find I can't get over losing
'em, ran them bags before an hour hit
So many blue hundreds they stickin' like they counterfeit, I print this shit
Whole lot of ones I'm in the cut,
either with a dime or a bad duck
Double-R tee with the matchin' bandana
38-snub, blue steel with no hammer
And I see y'all niggas tryin' to glance
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