Lyrics:
a Vicodin, splash, it hits my stomach, then, ah
Couple of weeks go by, it ain't even like I'm gettin' high
Now I need it just not to feel sick, yeah, I'm
Elvis Presley every recorded
That's all right, mama
That's all right with you
That's all right mama, just anyway you do
Well, that's all right, oh,
Momma died young giving birth to a son
In a home for wayward girls
Daddy was sidewalk, soapbox preacher
Looking forward to the end of the world
Finale
Original: Elvis Presley
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Diana:
To dream the impossible dream
To fight the unbeatable foe
To bear with unbearable sorrow
To run where
This is my time
I feel like Elvis
I'm prime time
And soon you'll know why
Imma bright light
Hovering in Paris
And I'm not quite ready to come down
The higher my album sales get
They love me, that's right you nailed it
They treatin' me like I'm Elvis
Naked pictures she mailed
She licked on a stamp
Music Composed by crturo cranda
Cover of the Great Elvis Presley
Wise men say
Only fools rush in
But I can't help falling in love with you
Shall I
or a sing a song
All I wanna see is, if you know what's goin'
So go ahead, if you wanna impress me
This world is already gone pop, Elvis Presley
There is
Cindy get’s a kick from leather
Wendy reads the weather on TV
John the junkie
Thinks it’s funky
Ernie dresses up as Elvis Presley
Stan’s the man
Now I want it back
I gave my heart
Now I want it back
I gave my heart
Now I want it back
I gave my heart
Now I want it back
I am surrounded by
So AlexdaKid and KidinaKorner checking me out daily
My latest album making waves already
Check me out I’m Number One in New Releases Baby
Headed
Bring heat 'til the devil in hell respect me
I live my life in a hellish frenzy 'til I'm dead on the toilet like Elvis Presley
Got a hand grenade, live in
the rest of my album
Never has there been such finesse and nostalgia
Man, Cash, I don't mean to mess with your gal, but
Jessica Alba put her breasts on my
the rest of my album
Never has there been such finesse and nostalgia
Man, Cash, I don't mean to mess with your gal, but
Jessica Alba put her breasts on my
the rest of my album
Never has there been such finesse and nostalgia
Man, Cash, I don't mean to mess with your gal, but
Jessica Alba put her breasts on my
care 'bout nothing 'cept to get this album out dog
Fuck e'ry body in the world of this outlaw
Coming to you live from my home studio
In south side
Now I'm gonna blast them in the head,
Till they're dead with my magnum lyrics.
Might be simplistic, but I'm no gimp,
On the strength 'cause I know
ogłuszy cie zamin zdąrzysz odwrócić łeb
Wataha wilków spierdala każdy pies
Weź nie filmuj co ty nagle taki szpieg
Lepiej press play ale nie elvis presley
My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance
Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them
Could have Guitars that I have never played,
Every Elvis album ever made.
I got the cars, I should learn to drive
Could have a house that would blow
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
tired of chasing lies
Mother of Muses, wherever you are
I've already outlived my life by far
Mother of Muses, unleash your wrath
Things I can't see,
and Chronic stood as basically all that I would
Ever listen to and when I bought my first Onxy album, I started bumpin' them
Naught By Nature, Mobb Deep
It was difficult to navigate the world as a homeless teenager. My father was right. It was hard. And the world was tough. I think about this time in
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