Lyrics:
Hey!
Ha!
Oh!
There was a man
A little ole man
Who lived in Montreal
With a wife and a kid
And a car and a house
And a teenage daughter
still dirty
I'm tryna smile and go forward like I'm James Worthy
My bedroom and my car, it got the same curtains
I know it helped me when you changed,
attack it that's why I'm gonna crack it
The shell and the soul of little kids who can't roll
I told em, scold em, teach em and mold em
Get paid ten
Now we black and blue
Now we black and blue
Now we black and blue
Now we black and
Now we black and
Now we black and blue
I suffered a lot of things
I highly disagree
The only place that feels right is right up above the trees
Strong desire to be forgotten
Noone's by my side, that's the way it
Cant understand some of these
Rhymin' in circles
Now patriotic emcees
On bent knees
By six degrees
Lord have mercy
Even the voice of god
a scandal if I died
Yeah I'm gonna kill myself
Get a little headline news
I'd like to see what the papers say
On the state of teenage blues
A rift in my
earned money
In the offering plate each Sunday by his own choice
There's a lot of man in that little boy
Weekdays he tries to sleep late
Weekends
the St. James Infirmary Blues
the Shah of Iran
Motorcade down when I roam the land
"Window, James, I see something I like
Park on the corner, underneath the light"
"Nice shorts, hon' -
Barbara, there.
Tell me that's not her.
Tell me her son, James, is not the one.
Here, stop the car.
Watch out for the broken glass.
Pull over right up
Remember if you can
When cotton was picked by hand
Down in Dixy under southern sky
Working from sun to sun
Remember if you will
Lightenin'
as a good little hood thing
Look at blues, rock, jazz, rap
Not even talkin' about music
Everything else too
By the time it reach Hollywood it's over
But
this cocaine, I'm Rick James, ho
I'm bill-droppin', Ms. Pac-man, this pill-poppin' ass ho
I'm poppin' too, these blue dolphins need two coffins
All
six bottles of beer, I take the seventh one free
I got the chandelier, kick, constructed by my man
Little elf, big four gets the zootie for the self
love you
We love you, we love you
A fur inferno on a twisted scene
Go for the gold
Never grow old
In the bed or the car
It's the end of the star
Burn
to you, turns me your slave
Come on
Come and do with me any little thing that you want to
(Anything that you want to do)
Anything, baby just met me
so very close to you
Turns me your slave
Come and do with me any little thing you want to
Anything baby, just let me get next to you
Am I insane
Way down here, in the heart of Texas
There's a own kinda blues going on
Elmore James, Stevie Ray, Freddie King
Robert J's licks are heard on every
the seat warmed up
Them blue skies are coming from gray
So I say
Let's go down, down by the river
It's another round, I might be the winner
Got the snake
I wrote a letter
To the moon
It faintly glows
Not as bright as you
A little warmth
From a candle in the night
Filling up
This cold, empty space with
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
as Dino (Flintstone)
Shootin' dice with my ninety-five year old grandma at the casino (ball)
Countin' a half a ticket by hand, wit' my Mexican homeboy
the dames
Gimme the range and the wain
My niggas up the pawn drop top jag walls
Blindfold you when you step in the car
That's the superstar status apparatus
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