Lyrics:
on ready
I'll fire up my step-side Chevy
Got some George Strait blarin' on a mixtape
Ready to roll every road out the right way
Where movin' light dances
Mr. Uncle Josh. Would you kindly play me some deep southern blues on that hound-dog guitar there. Ah, now that's what I'm talkin' about. Yeah.
forever
I'll get high by the beach with him sometime
One day you'll play guitar
It will wrap its wings round my body like you did when we first kissed
they roll
My niggas flatbeds
Carry loads
Pillow talking tag yo toe
Trust no one
Especially hoes
Bros ain't yo Brothers
George got done in by his mother
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Napoleon murphy brock (saxophone, vocals)
George duke (keyboards, vocals)
Ruth underwood (percussion)
Tom fowler
and all my heroes will come round to greet me
as George's guitar silently weeps for me
so sweetly
when I die
don't be sad
just think of all the fun we had
now I'm all grown and my dream came true
Santana champagne, from here to you
From the heart of napa valley and the guitar king
Comes a sparkling wine,
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
England's not the mythical land of Madame George and roses
It's the home of police who kill black boys on mopeds
And I love my boy and that's why I'm
red
Strawberry red guitar
Ooooooh oooooooh ooooooh
Ooooooh oooooooh ooooooh
Ooooooh oooooooh ooooooh
Love with all my might
From that very first sight
lord gives to me
Watching shooting stars in my backyard
Laying with my baby wrapped in my arms
When it gets dark, yeah, you know where we are
Sitting by
That I live in, giving a shit, not me
Like metal band guitars
Every one of my lyrics lately's in dropped E
Now first, I would like to call
France and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my
France and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my
France and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my
in our suburban city
By volunteers from
The Los Angeles Gay & Lesbian Centre
George Kelley was the name
Of the volunteer facilitator
And the first guy
and I got my comrades
We coming for all the wealth you hoard
Yeah, Yeah
On my Spongebob shit
Dismantling this oppressive establishment
Board by board,
Vato My Vato My Vato My Vato (Huu)
First Things first I Love My Abuela
Posole's Smelling Good up in that casuela
You looking for some weed let me call
of music
Second-string quarterback, junior transfer
Learning how to play guitar
He bought a ring for his high school girlfriend
Right before she
(all, all that glitters is not gold)
Ma, we here, we gon' cook this Sunday, okay? (And all gold is not reality)
So come by (real is what you lays on me)
my way
I'm not going to be defined by the cruel words that once escaped your mouth
Only going to take
The things I deserve
I'm not going to turn
Bomb First, my motto, it's fully guaranteed,
Niggas is playa haters, label them my enemies,
I'm dumpin'
Who you are,
One Nation under a thug
alright, alright, you get it
You get it so it's 8 PM, I'm about to record
At Hans Zimmer studio, i'm a little
Nervous 'cause this is my first time
With
my first offense with the homies
But they made a right, they made a left then made a right
Then another right
One lucky night with the homies
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