Lyrics:
a rollercoaster
You have to swing it up and shake it faster
Thank you RL Burnside
Thank you RLB
Thank you RL Burnside
Thank you RLB
Thank you RL Burnside
Thank you
don't lead by example, party life was my choice
I think I've seen it all, now it's time to rejoice
Pull up to the Burnside, cause we burn on
This side,
windbags in my cartridge like an N64
Fill me up like a hot air balloon
Inflated with these burnside blues
Burnside blues
I been huffing and puffing, up
lately
(Nuisance lately)
Aye
Just a little surround sound and now I kick it
Burnside avenue house of the never living
Move like baby get down some, we
the unicorn
You're just the queen of the hell on west burnside
Say your momma taught you well
All the men that broke her and built your mind
All the signs
burnside
It's 5pm and a long drive
On the 87 and it's grid tight
I meditate and I live right
And once something don't sit right
I pull over and make them
a bunch of fuckheads and picked up a rock.
Now, I waited, walked down about a block to
where the Kentucky Fried Chicken is, on Burnside,
and sure
Bessie Bell and Mary Gray
They were two bonny lasses.
They built them a bower on yon burnside,
They thatched it all over with rushes.
They thatched
to some R.L. Burnside, havin' a sip or two
Tomorrow it'll be 110 in the shade
But today I think we gotta made
I wanna ride these Mississippi back roads with
since Fredricksburg and Burnside's been replaced we're at each other's throats all day with blood and time to waste bruised my hand and lost a tooth
mine
Burnside project
Burnside project
In the house
(R. L. Burnside)
(Thunderhead Hawkins)
(Yeah)
I don't know, but I have been around
Tell me them women, shake 'em on down
Yes, I'm goin', down
the drive again,
To make the South revive again, Mame.
Beauregard Burnside:
You've brought the cake-walk back into style, Mame
You make the weepin' willow
the drive again,
To make the South revive again, Mame.
Beauregard Burnside:
You've brought the cake-walk back into style, Mame
You make the weepin' willow
RL burnside thunderhead Hawkins
Yeah!
I don't know, but I have been around
Tell me them women, shake em' all down
Yes I'm goin', that Georgia line
us the drive again,
To make the South revive again, Mame.
Beauregard Burnside:
You've brought the cake-walk back into style, Mame
You make
town
Wants to be seen, and go out
Let's borrow my parents car
Let's stay out all night up there
And Burnside will be our street
Where the kids
like damn Snatching purses Aye cus u know I need my paper Fuck about a hater I be out here like a skater Out there on the burnside Doing kick flips And I
O Waly, waly, (a lament "woe is me") up the bank,
And waly, waly, doun the brae (hill),
And waly, waly, yon burn-side (riverside),
Where I and my
prache/ rolÊ de skate em I.A.P.I e Burnside/
Boladão com os Drug Drug/ fi não se ilude/
Senão cê vai dar tchau igual Cruj Cruj Cruj/
Tem que ter atitude/
very good Jamaican
The lean it make my tummy hurt
And now my Burnside shawty asking me to get her out
I don't give a fuck about her I don't know
Tell burnside
My elementary school teacher
I made it bihh
Middle school was lit
Playing the piano, singing to my teacher
I always wanted to smash
Girl
wanna fuck
Shawty love some Zay
I️ hit erryday
She can’t stay away
This the burnside way
Stackin erryday
I️ ain’t losin shit
Boy I’m wit the shits
Hit you
plus one
Shit feeling so fun
And I'm never done
Freestyle of the top
Like a nigga on the rock
Out in burnside
With a bae side
And a nigga bae watch
On em
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