Lyrics:
she loves, he wouldn't go nowhere
Got the blues, got the blues
Got the blues, got the St. Louis blues
Got the blues, got the blues
Got the blues
if you don't get goin'
She said I want to fell the earth move under me
Movin' with the motion of a melody
Oh I get the blues if the rhythm ain't got
they rhinestones
She got a light-skinned friend look like Michael Jackson
Got a dark-skinned friend look like Michael Jackson
I played Ready for
shoes
Hey, diddle diddle, gonna play my fiddle
I ain't got nothing to lose
Roll over Beethoven, tell Tchaikovsky the news
She wiggles like a glow
shoes
Hey, diddle diddle, gonna play my fiddle
I ain't got nothing to lose
Roll over Beethoven, tell Tchaikovsky the news
She wiggles like a glow
shoes
Hey, diddle diddle, gonna play my fiddle
I ain't got nothing to lose
Roll over Beethoven, tell Tchaikovsky the news
She wiggles like a glow
kind of funky
Me and the crew we're drinking Brass Monkey
This girl walked by she gave me the eye
I reached in the locker grabbed the Spanish Fly
I
How 'bout ya show me what kind of cowboy you are?
Are you a Kenny tequila, Buffet margarita
Or an Alan Jackson hurricane?
Are you a good time,
the man dem
I'm on the road, I’m on the road
You got molly I got blow
Hotel lobby full of hoes
Bitches fainting at my shows
I'm Michael Jackson
Aye
I
work, work, I got it
Work, work, work, I got it (Montana)
I got it, I got it
You know we loaded with them choppers by the hundred, boy
When you talk
I'm dressing better, getting money
Still unlisted, imma show you
They said Alan I miss the old you
Blue collar worker I done told you
I'm working,
rhythm section, they was ready to dig in
Them guitar amps, all turned up to ten
I said "Here we go, girl
Let the dancin' begin"
And we danced to the blues
.
Roll Over Beethoven and tell Tschaikowsky the news.
I got the rockin' pneumonia,
I need a shot of rhythm and blues.
I think I'm rollin' arthiritis
it
She got me on my way
Dedicated for some days
I been medicated for some weeks
I been meditating in my sleep
Can I slide up in you underneath
I been
me twice
Woman found out that I don't take advice
[Chorus]
It was rhythm rhythm rhythm rhythm rhythm and blues
Rhythm rhythm rhythm rhythm rhythm
Engagin Andreas in the muck or the mire
I got a storm - and she is a live one
Singin in the background, promisin the stars the moon
and the sun sayin,
I ain't the one who laid down
She wanna rib you up to start a custody war, my lawyers stay down
Shit you never got a chance to hear my side
And we got the subs up loud and we 'bout to get it started
'Cause we the people of the constitution
Bumping Alan Jackson on the Chattahoochee
We're
the band play)
I got a pocket full of blue boys (racks)
Amiri jeans and some new Jordans (uh)
Got a duffle bag full of blue boys (yeah)
Just left
She got toys, but want me instead
Cause I keep going when the battery's dead
And I don't need Viagra
I sex till the morning after
I leave that thang
Aiyo I'm just lottin' through 'cause I finished with that booty call
Green Acres more, lot and Queens had it all
Got the beat from my man Big Stan 50
Suede
I ride up on a wave and pursue their gameplays
By Zemiah Jackson be there like she stole something, brah
Yo, she call me Portier
She had
ones by Jay Z and Rick Ross she
Did that song because she was asked and
Because "Kanye's a genius" She
Did "Bang Bang"
Because she "knew it would be big"
'm the prize, but she's top gun
I feel numb, I feel déjà vu
Your perfume got me feeling blue
I get high on you, you're my rocket fuel
High on you, and I'm stuck
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