Search results for 'working man blues by louis armstrong' Page #111

The elevated train by my window
Doesn't faze me anymore
The rattling screams don't disrupt my dreams
It's a lullaby, in its way
The elevated

the way I persevere I'm the man of year
Everybody eating we motivated by hunger
Grind every season fall winter spring or summer
It don't matter your

that you work with
Your boys as a rapper
I’ve seen a killer convert from a trapper
To working with yout dem and
Tellin’ em man up
I am not telling you it

of stash and all the thugs 
Cops drive by cock it up
Lights turn on and start to run 
Red and blue fence in the way and jump 
Y'all like bugs
Y'all the plugs

song
but all that plays is the blues
Wanna switch attitudes,
different socks and shoes
Dude, I wanna get away
from the crowded trains
The bright

song 
But all that plays is the blues
Wanna switch attitudes, 
Different socks and shoes
Dude, I wanna get away from the crowded trains
The bright

casually evolve into the visage of a serpent

Left home and acquired a slow twitch
From working all night by the light of an old fridge
Might be the lone

All Too Well

Joydrop

Metasexual

1998

And the straight disgrace of a mission on a mountain

Of blood tracks to the Queen in a tower of money money money
Talking to the train tracks working for

that sound so ethereal
Mask on pop out like Mysterio and get you got by a dude you don't barely know
I can sail on the chart you're a weak week I strip

A young man's gonna tell his folks the truth tonight
They'll put their hopes for grandkids in a box with all their fears
A college girl's gonna take

heart
The workings of a proud brown man
But nowhere could you see
Dark eyes look away

Reached out to feel the warmth
Time running through his hands

really slam like a DDT

I'll let the chop sing, IceJJFish
Hit your lil' bitch first
On some Ray J shit

Blue and lime Amiris with the paint splatter
Brodie

people, burn your people to the ground.

Come and watch the death of the cmerican dream.
Now the red, white, and blue is the red, gold, and green.
The man

else sucks, shouldn't do music
Even when I'm joking, there's truth to it
I'm always working, so I
Keep my hands dirty
Need to get in the hamper
I'm fine,

Dragonfly

Shaman's Harvest

Shine

the man 
Who said I have another, well maybe I can
'Cause it's all gonna end anyway
Tell me doctor what's the cure for the wicked mans blue

Fly

just had some shit on my mind
Yeah

Laughing to myself thinking about it all
I'm amused by seeing platinum plaques on the wall
Niggas wanna talk, I just

Sweet Heaven When I Die

The Blue Dogs

Live at the Dock St. Theatre

1999

Well my daddy was a hard working man
And he rambled from town to town
I'm going to be a ramblin' boy
Ain't never gonna settle down

Beefsteaks when

'
t see more
you
stare at
me a window
on a wall that's man black and blue
No one can remember how
And I can count
I must be you
I must be you
I am

Speed limit ain't last man fuck you wanna see what you gonna do
Niggas I don't really F you come dey buzz me from the blues
You asking for favors no need

Know we steady building but this shit go brick by brick
Damn
I've been all about my bag, only moving forward I ain't ever looking back
If I left yo ass

still offended 'cause I'm a retard
He tryna be hard, we tryna be safe
By making it hard for you to create
Niggas that heard of me fight and debate
I

It's 40 an ounce I came by it
I can't lie, the truth is important
I can't hide it
Some of you forgot what you put
In and can't find it
No wonder you

of you
To get me through
Thinking 
Is this all there is?

(Mmm) Saw a man in worn out shoes 
(Mmm) He was singing the blues
Singing
Is this all there is?

sess at
Let money come and I get that
That's on your summer, I guessed that
Know I had to do it for you
Nobody's gon' do it for you
If you ain't working