Lyrics:
wanna be this thing
Every song that I made
I simply had to sing
I need to get out
Emotions pulling me down
Giving me doubt
Fast before I drown
Going for
[Ving Rhames]
He's a hustler, unbound by law
A self-made, millionaire
With a wreckless disregard, for the haters
Ludacris, on "Southern Gangsta"
You wanna make America work again
Vote for a regular Joe
You know, 40,000,000 people
Have already lost their jobs
Donald says it's not his fault
The sorrow can’t breathe until tomorrow
Borrowed the best of and burned
All the check stubs
Joe Cocker nailed it when he said
You can leave your hat on
Now
HANK AND JOE AND ME
(Johnny Cash)
« © '59 Anne Rachel Music, ASCAP / Song Of Cash Music, ASCAP »
In the desert where we searched for gold
Yeah, my name's Joseph, but I'm
Not your average Joe, though
I will murk your whole team when I solo
Cause I'm massive in the game
You're a midget in
catching birds all their songs are out of tune
Without that Sunday fallout
Without any wage to lose
Without idling, stand by, hell's catching up in a dead
stab a man, it's just a song
"Then can't we all get along?" We can't, bitch
I stay high, off of the bombest cannabis
"Can I get a hit?" Nah-nah, you
calling me bro pussy nigga you ain't my fam fam
I can go bar for bar just like a KitKat
Cast a spell on a fuck nigga make that nigga get back
I know you
killin', ain't no want a felon
Except you know this song is sellin'
Imma hoe a field, Imma feed my cows
Cuz everyone knows that I'm the best
Bringin' in
get a chance I'ma bust ya
No matter where, you could be in Russia I'ma touch ya
(Like that) Vocal assassin, motivated by cash
Shoot for the loot,
to shart school?
Hell, that's where I went and I was better off for it
Graduated top of my class and I even won an award
You know the thing about that Joe
where, you could be in Russia I'ma touch ya
Vocal assassin, motivated by cash
Shoot for the loot, brownies and black mags
Don't stop, keep goin' don't
Damn, woah, this really the last song (Yeah)
And i'm still shmacking the shmiz
And i'm not your average Joe (Woah) (On god i'm not)
Woah (Huh?)
Let's
and I paid for parking)
Sounds like you need a vacation
Well I've got the perfect destination
Trader Joe's
Oh baby now you don't have to worry
They got
ugly do you have to be to be a hardcore MC?
Niggaz be fooled by my plaques and my light skin complexture
My whole texture is bombin, destroyin da
No longer lettin' it ride, too much Jekyll and Hyde
Then you subtweet for weeks, busy settin' your pride
I'm grown, don't really need that sort
What?
JOE: Sing. I have the words for you, sing it. Sing it. Sing to me! "A happy birthday to youâ?¦"
BARRY: N-no, I can't! I have to go to the bathroom.
he’d go for more,
And every day he wrote a song and then,
He brushed that song with magic we’re looking for.
Would you play guitar again, old Joe?
Would
No I can't stay for long
Playing my song repeat
Now we gon sing along
I be a god a geek
No one wanna prove me wrong
Young niggas had a dream
Can't be
I've seen you the first time in Trogny's bar
But I'll see you later, we'll talk of black
We'll meet up for sure, oh will we not?
Away from all
used to dance all night long
She swore it was her favorite song
But now I guess, Joe's girl Jess is the star of the floor
And the tourists backed this
tell Egypt from Mexico
I hope nobody notices
What a joke this POTUS is
Hello my name is Joe
When you gotta go you gotta go
So let's all thank god for
away, Joe!
Cornbread is all you need with butter beans and honey
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!
Sing a song and get along way down to Sarasota
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