Lyrics:
Know they gotta feel me
Knowing they gone feel me baby
See bitch I'm racked up back up lil Nigga don't make me act up
Watch how I bob and build
Coltrane and her cosmic strains
Still no vocal on blue black horizons
Your plasticity is tested by a formless assault
The sun can answer questions in
by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
Don't you know, don't you know (ayy)
New York was killing me?
Yes, I was standing nearly dying here
black congress woman"
"Mary McLeod Bethune?"
"An educator"
"Marian Anderson?"
"An opera singer"
"Duke Ellington?"
"A jazz composer"
What about
a subwoofer jazz
To help me find the beat cause I know where its at
I need a shot of that rhythm and blues
Memphis grind or a Wreck'n Crew
Better get down
He plays piano in a jazz band
And I love him for the man that he could be
I asked him "If I let you, would you play me?"
And delighted as he tickled
To my sweet trampoline
And acres of crash site love
Presidential delays
Suppose I'm just lucky
I'm having a shindig
Me, Red Bob and The Ivory Host
To my sweet trampoline
And acres of crash site love
Presidential delays
Suppose I'm just lucky
I'm having a shindig
Me, Red Bob and The Ivory Host
And this wasn't all in my head.
See, they took me by the hand
And invited me right in.
Then they showed me something
I don't even know where to begin.
I imagine peddlers on cobblestone streets
Dive bars with cheap guitars and smells like whiskey neat
I love jazz and I love blues and you know that I
cousins
A toast to the West,
Courtesy of the South,
Brought to ya by Colt Ford, people all aboard.
It's the Midnight Rider, call me Baby Bocephus
For
Mr. Uncle Josh. Would you kindly play me some deep southern blues on that hound-dog guitar there. Ah, now that's what I'm talkin' about. Yeah.
drop somebodies
Yeah (Noo)
Feel like I got chop somebody
Yeah
Bet on two shotgun shells right by, come by us
Yeah
Think I might have to zip somebody
It was Sunday after the catcher on the ol' blue mower finally died
Leaving the lawn to its own devices as our landlord cried and cried
Dan
crossing the river
Oh man, look at that sky so blue there's almost no clouds in the sky
It's the sound of Bob Dylan
Chris i quite the follower
There's some
curdling like cream,
as I was being led by the hand.
through the sound of sirens--
and the distant noise of some drunken jazz band,
through the stench
girl to sing me a song.
Put a jazz band on my hearse wagon.
Raise Hell as I roll along.
Roll out your rubber tired carriage,
Roll out your old
something good
But I shoulda had another mechanic under my hood
If you see me walking by you, boy, don't you even speak
Pretend you on the sofa and I'm
In fifth grade
And start taking
Drumming lessons with Mr. Scott
And that dude
He started me
On the snare
With that
Blue and white book
It's called
make it swing, we'll glide across the floor
A blue denim couple, swaying buckle to buckle
Out here dancin' just to celebrate
Yeah, we'd like a Bob Wills
Ms. Tattoo Girl
You are forever
Stuck with me
Hello Ms. Tattoo Girl
You are forever
Stuck with me
Uh, she got eyes by her pussy
So when I go
you kiss my cherry wine lips in the moonlight
I'll be right here waiting for you
Singing your Jazz and Blues
Hanging by the poolside
The boys like
cye
cye aye aye
Pussy
I know ya body
You ain't nothing like dem other guys
Free game we on wavy time
Blue bandana wit da Jordan 9's
Hellcat
stands, she playing jazz, she feeling blue
I go home at night, she lose your mind, I watch you choose
Either me or you, she take too long, she drinking
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