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In a Chevy
I'm John Wayne, Superman, California
I'm a Kris Kristofferson Sunday morning
I'm a mom and daddy singing along to Don McLean
queen in a Chevy
I'm John Wayne, Superman, California
I'm a Kris Kristofferson Sunday morning
I'm a mom and daddy singing along to Don McLean
This song appears on two albums, and was first released on the It's About Time album, and has also been released on the Country Classics album
Written by Rickie's father, Richard Jones, as a lullaby for her


Live at the Wiltern Theatre (1992)



Don't feel bad
Because the sun went down
The night
Written by Rickie's father, Richard Jones, as a lullaby for her


Live at the Wiltern Theatre (1992)



Don't feel bad
Because the sun went down
The night
In this album there’s a picture
Of the ladies at Daniela’s
You can tell it’s from the eighties
By the volume of their hair
There’s Usnavi, just
despise

You need to believe
And follow your dreams
Follow the path that will lead your heart
Then you can find
The answers inside
They will be told by
piano, Fred Williams - drums
Chicago May 17, 1940
Album: 'Sugar Mama'
The Essential Recordings of Sonny Boy Williamson
Indigo Recording Ltd IGOCD 2014
the Maybach Benz
Fly this then sanaa lathan
Pumpin' Brown Sugar by D'Angelo

In Los Angeles, like an evangelist
How can you introduce you to your maker ?
(Steve: I don't know Woody.
 Are you sure you've got this think hooked up right?
Woody: Listen man, music is my life.
Steve: Alright. Two, three,
I let it slide
And I'll come around

Every dream and every shadow that you've heard
Don't make it cry like you want to die
In this big bad world.
big chains,
Big pimpin', big money,
Big Dreams, dreams, dreams,
Big Dreams, dreams, dreams,
Big Dreams, dreams

I get money like Junior Mafia used
a dream I had bricks like transporter
Change my life like Steph Curry in the fourth quarter
What if you drove by a playground and witness
Michael Jordan
the maze
Then joy turned to pain like Frankie Beverly and Maze
Used to dream of being Unsigned Hype
'til I was crushed by Dave Mays, almost let my pen fall
[Chrous]
(Don't say a word) just let me get mines
(Don't say a word) just relax and recline
(Don't say a word) I'm the king of ill lines
(Don't say
a dream
If you don't have a dream
How you gunna have a dream come true

[verse 2]
I used to love music it was like my hidden hobbie
But I couldn't get
I dreamed I thanked Scott Ian for persistence of time
Back when Steve and Eva died that album changed my life
It was a package of pure darkness tied
my way through the maze
Then joy turned to pain like Frankie Beverly and Maze
Used to dream of being Unsigned Hype
'til I was crushed by Dave Mays,
the bitch niggas hatin' on him
Mad ?cause I'm Chronic 2008tin' on them

Big cars, big wheels, big chain
Big pimpin', big money
Big dreams, dreams, dreams
Big
and drop a rhyme yo, one time
Say ho bro and yo
I gotta get mine
Well it seems I ripped the show by the seams
Just like the several scenes in my dream
Came
("Lucifer, don of de morning! I'm gonna, chase you out of earth")
("Lucifer Lucifer, don of de morning")
I'm from the murder capital, where we
of resenment
I can sense it, and i don't like it

It was my dream at first to be on spittin a verse
On my own album with a deal but shit got burst
So i came
It's the return, East Atlanta, Santa!

Off the wall, off the chain
Off the top, I'm off the leash
So many freaks coming by the spot
Had to move,
Revolutionary, scary
Thought provoking, spoken
Words of a chain I don't feel but I see
Visions from me
At twenty three making us free in my
Revolutionary, scary
Thought provoking, spoken,
Words of a chain I don't feel but I see
Visions from me
At twenty three making us free in my