Lyrics:
Blue-Eyed Soul
Lyrics by Stoyan Zachariev
It’s all about the music! It’s all about my Soul Brothers, yeah!
I wrote this song, especially for you!
Blue-Eyed Soul
Lyrics by Stoyan Zachariev
It’s all about the music! It’s all about my Soul Brothers, yeah!
I wrote this song, especially for you!
with the Stones
Once He even opened up a three-way package
In Southern California for old George Jones
[Chorus]
The years went by like sweet
Tony Brown an George Flash come master it
Jim Brown fight the struggle inna di heart a it
Starkey an Daley the bloodbath a it
Bucky Marshall an Tek-Life
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
Bottle of claret for you if I'd realised
I'd forgotten all about it George, I'm sorry,
Will you forgive me?
Mmm yes
Number nine, number nine,
forty seven made his neighborhood love me
Bullets like birds you can hear them bitches hummin'
Don't let that bird shit, he got a weak stomach
Niggas
lovin you against my will
Is on the radio cranked way up loud
Where George Jones don't need that rockin chair
And Travis has a quarter for someone who
the block and shoot your tires out
Whole team ballin so they watch us like its red zone
These birds be hawking me feel like im jet jones
Now she wanna be with
in, I prepared half a potion.
Now you must do the other half.
You must get seven part-silver curses made special out of bullet bits
By some Pollock
in, I prepared half a potion.
Now you must do the other half.
You must get seven part-silver curses made special out of bullet bits
By some Pollock
GOTTA BE THE LIFE OF THE PARTY| |I'M A FISH HOOK BALL CAP FOOTBALL FAN|GEORGE JONES ROLLING STONE KIND OF A MAN|WITH A SMILE ON MY FACE, BEER IN MY HAND|I
So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind Staff
While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news
Like Katie Chung, how the bullet collapsed
OLD TIME ROCK AND ROLL
Writers George Jackson, Thomas Jones
Just take those old records off the shelf
I'll sit and listen to 'em by myself
Today's
the day I turned 7
This ain't normal must be Gods given
Told the world we can never be even
Nasir Jones be my teacher
Reason my pen game getting
made his neighborhood love me.
Bullets like birds you can hear them bitches hummin',
Don't let that bird shit, he got a weak stomach.
Niggas know I'm
It was down Saint George's Road
When I saw him for the last time
They were carryin his load
Brother it was a long climb
He stopped the traffic lights
Drop jewels so these falcons like the Maltese
Birds in the trunk so these keys, now they homin'
Letters and numbers on the Coupe like it's Roman
Woo,
Glory
Living in this life, I wonder if I'm gonna fly
And if the birds are in the sky, singing maybe I can try
(If I had a dream)
Reign & Glory
and kill the phone
We looked to the horizon and all that glory be
Brother George Jones is roaring, we're lost in the revelry
Ashes to ashes and rust
The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket
I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
and the years that I spent gone
So I clicked my toes yeah what do you know I found my way home
Yeah I wanna walk by the water
Watch the birds flying by
Feel
Carried by the voice
Inside the jukebox
On my grave
You can hear hank williams
Some george jones
Some beatles songs
Some dylan
Some rolling stones
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