Lyrics:
I feel lonely, lololololonely
You're the one and only
That makes me feel so blue
I feel lonely, lololololonely
You're the one and only
That
you never let me clue you in
Mrs. Peacock got the warm gun with a blue cardigan
You get mad and smash things like Kylo Ren
You just gotta chill out,
Didn't even know you
Things were looking so blue
Everything has changed
Since you slide right in
We go out on the weekend
Things are looking decent
smoke
July flames, October ashes
Southern skin and blue jean flashes
Strike a match and light a memory
We never said goodbye, we let it fly into
to the fair (and he says)
"Reason, won't you put your blue dress on?
Reason, won't you put your blue jeans on?"
At that very moment Mr.Softee rings his
invests
And the hard rains come back to cause all this unrest
Hey Mr. Zimmerman, it feels like the world might end
Replaced by a new one that's coming round
kuzynami działam tak by na plus wyjść
W duszy gra mi blues dziś bo widzę więcej niż cyfry
Mnie i moich ludzi łączą podobne blizny
Umysł mam czysty odwrotnie
you going through
So I'm by myself I'm getting faded till my face is blue
Tell me that you hate me baby cause I fucking hate me too
Tell me that you
Yo bitch she wanna kick it with me
I think she fell in love with the Gee
I got the blues, no green
I'll try to have her home by three
Yo bitch she
full of morons
A factory full of fools
Is it any wonder that I'm singing
Singing the blues
Take me home, sir
I'm trying
Surrounded by idiots
the first of October
I thought the chance of brighter days had gone
I was wrong
Here comes the sun
Indian Summer
I can't believe these blue skies
You're
braids, overalls, black tights
And a toboggan atop your golden locks
Two, braids, overalls, bright blue eyes
An oasis for my mind
Two braids, overalls,
Tool
I'm real nigga, you so full
World tours, and you local
All you say this shit on the menu
Give me large fries and I’ll be cool
Put your hands down by
of all the things I'll miss when
I'm laid to rest by this deranged person
And I said, please Mr. Bundy don't murder me
He grabbed his knife then he
Yeah, man
Jr, Sean Kingston, enuh (Vybz Kartel)
Mr. Kardinall inna yuh area
Beluga Heights
See me a seh (let's go)
Miami have colors, colors,
talk to me and my mind go blank
Slit your throat, leave your body in a tank
Also by the way by tank I do mean barrel
I'm tryna smash Mr White's neighbor
lonesome and blue?
Yes I was a dreamer, Mr. Guthrie, and you were a dreamer too
Now they're starting up their engine of hate
Don't it make you feel
It is cold in this October rain
I go to turn on TV
Sit on the couch feeling blue
Wait till the phone starts too ring
I start to think you forgot
Just
When Jimmie Rodgers first sang California Blues he'd never been to the
golden state. He wrote and recorded the song in October 1928
He always dreamed
Barbies I flatter
No I don't speak on no matter
Hearts I shatter
I'll turn his main boy cadaver
Woosh palaver
Trying to make p by the hour
Your Mrs
a miracle"
And I say a miracle cause this shit is hysterical
By my nephews and nieces, I will email Jesus
Tell him forward to Moses and CC Allah
Mr. Soul
this shit is hysterical
By my nephews and nieces I will email Jesus
Tell him forward to Moses and cc Allah
Mr. soul survivor does that make me
give me ,
Just pick a venue
Eating every beat,
Somebody bring another menu
She know me by my legal name
She call me ty ty
She so in love with the gang
tell me that I can't hear
Go on tell me that my mama use to e on welfare
Sticks and stones may break my bones
but names could neva hurt me Mr. Hater
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