Lyrics:
re-up, get a laptop
Make a business for yourself, boy, set some goals
Make a fat diamond out of dusty coals
Record number four, but we on a roll
Hold
re-up, get a laptop
Make a business for yourself, boy, set some goals
Make a fat diamond out of dusty coals
Record number four, but we on a roll
Hold
re-up, get a laptop
Make a business for yourself, boy, set some goals
Make a fat diamond out of dusty coals
Record number four, but we on a roll
Hold
old James Brown
And found New Grass Revival
If you find your way back, I owe you a beer
For my record year
Quarter notes and Hank's half time
Are
King Boo, rest in peace
Yeah, that's right y'all
Radio station, 187.4FM on your dial
And this one's brought to you
By Dogg House Records
Welcome
the edge of the vase
The phonograph's playing an old broken record
A tango and over and over it plays
Over it plays
Over it plays
A medieval
home
Let me embrace it one more time
Make it the lilies of the field
Or Caruso in his prime
A friend of mine gave me a tape
She'd copied from a record
I'mma make this brief, like about 30 seconds
My DJ, gets all of his respect in super crazy blending,
So he can sound groovy
And it can only be
revival
Assimilable black earth spawns
Post human monstrosities
Maggots breed, dead decomposed, blending with breeding compost)
bleed, decompose
breeding
to see Hennessy blending
Writing my own scripts like I'm Tennessee Williams
Now it's new beginnings like a born again Christian
On the mic, victorious,
to women
I was in France, in to see Hennessy blending
Writing my own scripts like I'm Tennessee Williams
Now it's new beginnings like a born again
Know’ and ‘Pop The Trunk’
And I was gone, no turning back, Shady Records for life
By that time I’d picked up the pen and began to write
‘Kings Never Die’
were in the New York Times obituary
There's no record, no tape, no book, no movie
Some photographs and some memories
Sometimes I dial your phone
to have to clean up dung
Welcome to the new abnormal
Hanging on for mere survival
Living all our lives pro forma
Try to picture love's revival
Build walls,
1972
Daddy drove in over, it was sky blue
He worked at a record store after school
Call it sympathy for the vinyl
1972
Turntable in the basement,
really get the vinyl revival
But I'm on board as long as the lathe is kept at his house
He'll be cutting records from 9-5
He'll be cutting records from
marks on the window
From you watching the stars naming the ones you know
A motion picture ending
The pixels are bleeding and blending
In the record
truth
Sing along with me, baby
And I'll sing along with you
Rocking like a boat out on the water
Rocking like the records we used to play
Rocking
A pop star
Simply getting on with it
Sells her
Record collection
I was there
To catalog it all
Circle color decals
Imprinted with a sharpie D
I'm a record-buyin', flag-flyin', blame it on your cheatin'-lyin'
Heart of glass, honky-tonk girl
I'm a hell raisin' Jesus-praisin'
Ain't no stranger
macho man
Ohh yea
I feel like Randy Savage
I'm Robin Yount something brewing check the batting average
I'm at the crib blending margaritas
My record
Life ain't nothing but a blending up of all the ups and downs
Dammit Elvis, don't you know
You made your Mama so proud
Before you ever made that
corruptions so perplex
They is bullet proof
Cant ever handle what i toke
Back off the boof
Investing in my options
Blending potions out through the roof
Resort
the mission
All of my idols big pimping, all of my rivals been missing
This right here ain't revival, this right here is the birth of an idol
This right here
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