Lyrics:
a love this good
It’s sweeter than cotton candy
Up and down the rollercoaster
Pull me in a little closer
Ferris wheel up up and over
At the top is where I
The red and blue they come for you
Undercover man he going find you
You better watch your back when they roll by
Cause if you look wrong bullets will fly
Rainey
Tampa Red
Jimmy Reed
Otis Rush
W.C.
Little Walter
Howlin' Wolf
Son House
Bobby Blue Band
Buddy Guy
Slowhand
A big shout out
To ev'rybody who
Quinine powder and alcohol, stir until dissolved
The future isn't flying cars, it's Rachel Dolezal absolved
It's autonomous computers sendin'
Take you back to a cotton field
In the heart of Louisiana
Little boy about nine years old
Sings a song in the heat of the day
Mama cried when her
the Dude, Kurupt, 2
And James Brown with his fist crossed
I fluctuate the vocals like Prince Rogers
Whoever thought a billionaire come
Out of Compton?
thing
Yes a woman is a sometime thing
Yes a woman is a sometime thing
Summertime
And the living is easy
Fish are jumping
And the cotton is high
Oh your
be surprised by your findings
Get a clue and youtube September Clues
And Judy wood Irrefutable too
The planes look like cartoons
And they played some
to a child
The rough hands so gentle and warm
His strong arms were brown, where the long sleeves
Rolled down, on his faded blue cotton shirt
When times got
But I figured I'd have it all by the time I retired
I'd have me a car worth at least a hundred grand.
I'd get it one piece at a time
And it
figured I'd have it all by the time I retired
I'd have me a car worth at least a hundred grand.
I'd get it one piece at a time
And it wouldn't cost me
celebrity is you
I see Muhammed Ali
Clanking goes my trolley (18)
Starred in "Hello Dolly"
When it ran out of blue and Salvatore Dali
He did a little sketch
to control my moves
But I sat back and watched the time go by smooth
Wise guy attitude these are bow tie blues
There ain't nothing wrong with a little sweat
the melanin
Where's James Cameron
Got a Zoe ready to shoot
In a coupe avatar blue
I always been the truth
Had to dig a little to find it
Sprouting out that
King Cotton, I’m king cotton
I’ma tell you like this it’s your boy Lil’ B
I’m harnessed by some shit that
I ain’t even seen
Demons in my mind, blood
the car lot, got a new toy (skrrt)
I got a backpack full of blue boys (stacks)
On the way to Eliantte in New York (ice)
Man, I got a trunk full of blue
He was sittin' there, his brush in hand
Painting waves as they danced upon the sand
With every stroke, he brought to life
The deep blue
way up by hard work
I ain't ever got no where, but I got there by hard work
Work of the hardest kind I been down and I been out
I been disgusted I been
Sometimes it rains down like a
Crash symbol under Kevin’s stick
Or a nasty strung under James Bone’s pick
A pretty note under Jacob Scesne’s lip
Or a blues
Aheh you don't wanna be
Involved in this one, huh?
This here, this is
This is gonna be a blues number but, first
I wanna do a little bit
figured I'd have it all by the time I retired
I'd have me a car worth at least a hundred grand.
I'd get it one piece at a time
And it wouldn't cost me
with some fella with a regular job"
I didn't wanna get her involved
By dinner Mr. Benjamin was sitting in awe
Hopped into my car, drove far
Far's too
You forgot what you was sayin', cuz I'm blockin' your view
Now I got you on cue, you about to turn blue
Get around me now you actin' like my little
the park turn there he goes.
Number 13, 16, 17, green car, blue car,
The first car by the turn will be number 10.
Here he comes down the straight-away
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