Lyrics:
A song called Highway Star, this one.
Nobody gonna beat my car
I'm gonna race it to the ground
Nobody gonna beat my car
It's gonna break
blues, this song for the workin' man
tracks man I can't lie
This is all I could ever want (All I ever want)
Friends beside me they're lifting me up (Lifting me up)
BLUE, RED, GOLD (Yeah)
Don't you run out that door, i beg, i beg
Don't you run out that door, i beg, i beg
I'm the man forever
Value music over health, so imma never
a mistake
Didn't really bother me though, I took it okay
Internet trolls always calling me weird
I get mad shade thrown at me by all of my peers
I've been
His songs live on
Ramblin' Fever and The Way I Am
Blue collar blues for the working man
We'll be singin' him back home from now on
And he won't ever
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
be
I'll be working long as my two hands are fit to use
I'll drink my little beer in a tavern
Sing a little bit of these working man blues
This song
it's kinda weird
Re-records his line on RUN
Uh, that last note right here
Try to hold that
Hold it okay
Man, black people are gonna hate this song
I
the blue house
Take me down to the blue house at the bottom of the hill
Three small birds black as night black as night
Came to rest by her side by her
the nineties
I loved Brazil
The OG Ronaldo
Rivaldo
Roberto Carlos
I liked
Barcelona in Spain
Juventus in Italy
AJAX
Celtic
Man U
Dortmund
And there's
A person
This pretty thing by my side (I don't think you know)
Say she rollin' with the vibe (know)
And she rollin' with the vibe (rollin' with the vibe)
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
baby's all hands in the air and don't have a care
When her song's on the radio
A little crazy with a blue jean tear
Gets a RayBan's stare just about
doin, man
Don't give a damn if the squares don't understand
You let em tell you what to say and what to write
Your whole career'll be over by tomorrow
thought you was a friend, word
Oh man, can't believe that
Oh, how you do that to me?
I wouldn't leave like this
I can't do it by myself
(?) ah
Are
thought you was a friend, word
Oh man, can't believe that
Oh, how you do that to me?
I wouldn't leave like this
I can't do it by myself
(?) ah
Are
the blues for what I lose
Baby, I'm the white man
That's just a song I stole that I call rock n' roll
Baby, I'm the white man
Circling your culture like
knows it all blues
He’s come into this world to bring us the news
He says blessed the man who walks in my shoes
With no idea he has the young man thinks
Yeah that's how she rolls.
My baby's hands in the air she don't have a care
When her song's on the radio
A little crazy with a blue jean tear
Man
giant glowing asshole, silhouetted by the last rays of the sunset.
I finally get the song out and it goes pretty good - there may have been a few
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
the coke was uncrushable
Guns is fingerprint-proof, we "Ryde or Die"
You drivin' by, we clap at your ride, good-bye
I keep my song in my soul
Blessed
was sorry
I didn't tell you my folks was wrong
Oh wait, sir, yes I did, I forgot that
But I'll do it again inside this song
You don't even know if I was
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