Lyrics:
pressure bust pipes but I don't feel none
Just like these whack ass rappers I can't feel one
You said you wanted the real back well here it come
Bill Thaxton was an ex-ranger
One of the bravest by far
It's said that old Bill was the fastest man ever
To pin on a ranger's star
Stories about him
rap is real, watch the herbs stand still
Never talkin' to snakes, 'cause the words of man kill
True in the game, as long as blood is blue in my veins
the wishing well
Oh baby i dont know if true
Especially when its been told by you
Hung myself
Lost myself
Threw my life down the wishing well
Oh baby I dont
a buck or three
Everybody just kept walking by
They didn't seem to notice me
Oh, my soul, if you're calling that hip
I've got the new square blues
Well, I
all twisted
My mind hung up on girls
My old man was off at work
And left a long list of to do's
Followed up by a p.s. son
Here's something you should
One squaddy, horrifically burnt in the Falklands War,
Was approached by Prince Charles during a presentation.
"Get well soon" said the Prince,
Well now Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts
They were true as a blue blue sky
He was a long-legged guitar picker with a wicked wanderin' eye
But
groping for the flame
Than to be the way I am, I am
Still this tongue for I am hung
By this wicked notion
Tame the beast, release
The noose I've
barbecue, for real (real)
All these days already gone by (gone by)
Man, I ain't seen your ass in a long time
Put a little gin in the punch (punch)
Grandma
blue suitcase
My blue suitcase
Baby where did you go
Yeah it's me and my blue suitcase
Baby how I lost you
Well I'll never know
Well some lowdown babe
man blues
Here comes that workin' man
Well, hey, hey, the working man, the working man like me
Never been on welfare, 'n that's one place I won't
their property
Word to Samson, the tongue will get you hung
I had a friend, they murdered his father and his three-year-old son
I heard him cursin'
(Red-man!) they done let me out
(Red-man!) they done called my name
(Red-man!) they done read the four chapters..
Now I'm back, brick city, I've been born
the clues
A little bit pensive getting hung by the news
Pretty big price if you happen to lose huh?
Don't worry Neville
There's a way from the top
Don't let
Hey what up bruh
Nothing much man, whats up with you
Man, all is well. How you living, you straight
I’m alright, it could be better
Oh word
Yeah
Man
do do do do do do do do do
If you got shot down by a bad man
Baby I can bring you around
I can lay on love like a mad man
I can burn your blues
to live a well life
Lord will I ever reach the point to live a swell life
A couple years go by I'm thinking bout that crazy dream
I was too young to sit
left to be desired on the thrill side
Girl you are my inspiration, ohyeah, having you what a sensation, well, you make the man bulid like the man
do you call when the gang wears blue
I ain't going out like an Uncle Tom man
My gun is loaded and I'm itching to pull the trigger
I'm
blood on the money, we savagin'
You can tell by the driver we havin' it, yeah
We took it easy, so don't press your luck
When I feel like squeezin', my
Recently (Joan Baez)
Recently it all came back to me
Somebody promised us roses
We slid by for awhile on dreams
But today I see what's only
Nope, it was built by the railroad men. And among these men was a man among men among men among men among men among men, a man as tall as the sky
Well the wind blows cold in New York City along about the middle of now
And I'm telling you I'd be a happy man if I could get away somehow
Cause I'm
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