Lyrics:
not your business
Someone told me that I go too far
Dirty women and sleazy bars
Making money any way I can
I'm just a singer in a rock and roll band
to Yasgur's Farm,
I'm gonna join in a rock and roll band.
I'm gonna camp out on the land.
I'm gonna get my soul free.
We are stardust.
We are golden.
Just take those old records off the shelf
I'll sit and listen to 'em by myself
Today's music ain't got the same soul
I like that old time rock 'n'
Just take those old records off the shelf
I'll sit and listen to 'em by myself
Today's music ain't got the same soul
I like that old time rock n'
impatient, man
Can't wait to bring that bread out (Woo)
Rodeo drive, Lambo, Gucci sped out
(Damn, skrrt) i'm in my blue coupe
Can't wait to bring the red out
Let's take it back to '59 when I was born
With a microphone in my hand
The doctor said ma'am I'm sorry but your boy's
Gonna be in a bitchin' band
and there's no runnin'
I'm gonna tell you how I feel about you
No bull, no lies, no slack, just straight fact
Columbus, Georgia, you can suck my dick
You
ain't talking 'bout money
I'm a blues singer at the Eight by Ten
You go out searching for some grand tomorrow
Don't worry 'bout me just drop by now
an architect, design apartments and shit
Or you can wind up on a jail bus dirty in clip
Soon as I'm on the set, I'm never on a chick, I play it cool
But still
Standing on the corner, suitcase in my hand
Jack is in his coat, and
Jane is her vest, and, me
I'm in a rock'n'roll band huh!
Ridin' in
away all the titles of music you take away that this is rock and roll
This is country, this is blues, this is jazz, and we strip is down
It's just
When I get an inkling in the middle of the evening
I'll meet you by the Old Creek Road
We'll hit the VFW by the Tuskahoma line
When the band
Where’s the rider?
And where the fuck is my money?
Do you know who you’re talking to?
Do you know who I am?
I’m a singer in a rock n roll band
I’m
to Magic City and the girls dance naked
I'm somewhat of a hero by the way I rap
But I'm living like an Oak town mack
I'm in the house y'all, I'm like
out the speakers, spilling on the t-shirts
Getting loud like I'm standing in the bleachers
Gray band tie, swing peeling of her blue jeans
Skinny deep
and a t-shirt, god fearing down to earth,
Cowgirl
I'm into old rock n roll
Life on a dirt road
Staying young, and picking this guitar
I'm rough around
know, yea you know, yea you know, yea you know
We rock and we roll and you stop and we go, we go, we go
Yeah you know
[Verse 1]
In the middle
haze out the jar
Rick Ross, I'm the best in the flesh
Getting blessed on the ?, it's a way to reflect
Hard work pays off, I'm a boss, you can tell
By
hey)
I'm a rock star, touch my belly
Hugs and kisses get my clothes all sweaty
I'm the man, the lead singer of the band
On stage for thousands
Foie gras at every meal
That means I triple goosed it
Soon to see me in the coupe kid
Bust a nut produce an athlete or a doctor
Singer or a dancer
Blunt
Just take those old records off the shelf
I'll sit and listen to 'em by m'self
Today's music ain't got the same soul
I like that old time rock
of slick like my gangsta stroll
The lyrics just like loot come in stacks and rolls
You used to find a Bug in a box with fade
Now he boogies up your stage
YO, is in this to win this
A brand new LP SO MIND YOUR BUSINESS
No jokin, I'm gettin paid fully
You want to buy the cassette, stop by Sam Goody
Rock the chinchilla to the ankle bone
I'm that nigga now, I'm just gon' make it known
My dawg caught a body bust in Draco chrome
They gave him
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