Lyrics:
said (alright)
And I live by the coast of Nostra Cit' (yeah)
Fuck around I'll knock your shoulder from your head (nigga)
Get it right I'm a soldier
Music has past gone by hopefully you don't manifest
For the wrong guy Egomaniac, in the Brainiac
Don't know how to act, shits deep
Forty eight tracks
by Willie Dixon
Copyright 1967 (renewed) Hoochie Coochie Music (BMI)
Gypsy woman told my mama
'while 'fore I was born.
Got a boy child comin'
hittin the floor because my shit hot
Watching her dance, that ass got me in a trance
I ain't think she could flex it in them tight pants
She bent over
I'm headed down a highway got a suitcase by my side
Blue skies hangin' over my head I got five hundred miles to ride
I'm goin' down to Memphis town
he could say
He said it was a bad dream
I wouldn't worry 'bout it none, though
They were my own dreams and they're only in my head
I said, "Hold
maybe in a music video
There's a very fine line
Between a groove and rut
Fine line between eccentrics
And people who are just plain nuts
Aw but
Come on and go with me
Come on over to my place
I don't feel like being lonely tonight
You see, I want, I want some company
And you look like
me about it
Well, the whole thing started at three o'clock fast
It was all over by quarter past
I was down in the sewer with some little lover
When I
I'm headed down a highway got a suitcase by my side
Blue skies hangin' over my head I got 500 miles to ride
I'm goin' down to Memphis town to play
chapters and some verses, you seek and you find
Look no further here I go, Big Will, Johnny Inferno
Flame by hip-hop burns eternal
All aboard on my train
flat on my back, I'd slid 'til it hurt
Giving it over, giving it over
You put my head in the clouds and my feet in good dirt
My head in the clouds
only, independent bitches only
Boss niggas only, thick bitches only
I got my real niggas here by my side (yeah), only
I never fucked Nicki 'cause she
the history of music
By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose
the girls in the videos, go and bring it my way
Ass so big it could swallow up a stripper pole
I ain't playin', no I ain't playin'
Bust it down on me I need
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
Outside the Nashville city limits
A friend and I did drive,
On a day in early winter
I was glad to be alive.
We went
the ambiance all
'Cause the audience one day said I would do it
So instead of a verse bein' read
I'ma go and get some head off the strength of my music
I
(Steve: I don't know Woody.
Are you sure you've got this think hooked up right?
Woody: Listen man, music is my life.
Steve: Alright. Two, three,
, the music
Women cry, children laugh, men dance
I refuse to lose self and try to win fans
Over, weight on my shoulder fluctuates like Oprah's
My refrigerator
The head of a hunt on the wall by a painting
An upright piano stood locked by the door
In through the window
The light was fast fading
While
said (alright)
And I live by the coast of Nostra Cit' (yeah)
Fuck around I'll knock your shoulder from your head (nigga)
Get it right I'm a soldier
Come on and go with me
Come on over to my place
I don't feel like being lonely tonight
You see, I want, I want some company
And you look like
the key, what would you do, E?
I'd be up in that motherfucker watchin' my latest video brought to you by
Trass G and Trey Dogg from the California Music
she bent down to tie the laces
Of my shoe
Tangled up in blue
She lit a burner on the stove
And offered me a pipe
I thought you'd never say hello,
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