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Arranged, Composed and performed by Uri S. Dalal. Vocals composed and performed by Elvis Nuñez. All Rights Reserved.
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DALLAL, URI S. / NUÑEZ,
Arranged, Composed and performed by Uri S. Dalal. Vocals composed and performed by Elvis Nuñez. All Rights Reserved.
Songwriters
DALLAL, URI S. / NUÑEZ,
Arranged, Composed and performed by Uri S. Dalal. Vocals composed and performed by Elvis Nuñez. All Rights Reserved.
Songwriters
DALLAL, URI S. / NUÑEZ,
bombast of its breast
By which I knew upon waking
It was telling me
In no uncertain terms
To bellow forth the tubas and sousaphones
The whole rusty
Elvis
Yeah
I won't let my life be defined by the things that I witnessed
Yeah
Gotta let me story be told I know it could make a difference
Yeah
My whole
ass nigga, you a bozo
Countin' this money by the boatload
Last thing I need is a broke hoe
Look inside the foreign, all white just like the Pope
closer to God
And she fires up that old Chevy
Gets to the truckers in time
Serves up the biscuits and gravy
And the wisecracks by nine
She's
a modern picture
Lovers on the run
Getting married by Elvis next to a Vegas casino
We were lovers on the run
Getting back at those who fucked with us
Like
got no things
You're getting salty, you ain't a fish
You're getting shirty
Your cheeky cuffy getting dragged 'round by your sleeves
You can't be
Poor boy working like a poor boy should
I got my tractor parked out in the woods
A woman that loves me and the kids are mine
Breakin' my back still
someone else I came to terms with myself
What I can't change, I gotta let go I learned that for my wealth
Like Elvis with the pelvis Another notch on my
Kiev in 64'
No one's ever heard rock n roll
Some things just really take over
I'm talking Elvis, blue jeans and Coca Cola
Down that old river we
wants
But it's never enough
She can never be satisfied
By all the things she buys
She wants the best there is
But the best isn't enough
Everybody around
It’s one of those things you get to choose
That faith you’re not suppose to lose
That thing you turn to for strength and love
The mighty being from
the score that's touchdown like Tua
We went up by 7 days we take the lead
You niggas too weak I put work in on e
We ran up the score now you down by 14
They
Followed by a tractor and a half lame mule
Dust flyin' as they picked up speed
Faces beaming goodness and their jaw's set hard
Good people just doin' what's
I need a pick me up, so far this matcha helping.
I been so goddamn selfless.
Move my hips like im elvis.
Friction on friction love.
i need a pick me
I'm Jerry Lee, Jerry Lee
Hillbilly Insanity
Tickling teens and ivories
Praise the Lord Elvis died
I'm Jerry Lee, Jerry Lee
Pianos, pistols, tragedies
no need for a blonde streak
Now let me chill, it's a sign of maturity
And I would never steal a chant from a black Greek fraternity
Elvis Elvis
behind the wheel (woah)
One thing about it, I'ma get money long as I live (woo)
I can't stop at that red light, I keep going, I don't yield (turn up)
I
There's a for sale sign on a big old rusty tractor
You can't miss it, Its the first thing that you see
Just up the road, a pale blue water tower
With
God please bless me (So I was)
Drivin' through the country, sippin' beer
But there's still one thing that brings me to tears
It ain't no liberal
Take a ride on big green tractor
Raise the rent as the mold grows larger
Fix the heat once Christmas is over
Six months without a shitter
Wrangle em
G-J-one-eight-zero-C
When I got up in his pussy best believe he was a freak
But a nigga had a problem just cuz zeni had to leave
Caught me in a tractor beam, yelled
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