Lyrics:
I see the morning flames
I'm sitting here with Mr. Peter James
drinking the booze
we sing the Pieksämäki Railway Station Blues.
Smoking and drinking,
my story
Let's serve up another round of booze
And if anyone ever happens to come up and ask you
I've got the St. James Infirmary
Blues
If I were a blue bird, I'd sing all day I'd sit on the shoulders of people in pain I'd sing a tune for the lonely and sad Just to remind them that
the time flies by
Why would I want anything I got everything
I'll be saying "At Last" like I'm Etta James
When I make a better change
They hate change but we
He said he was the grandson of Johnny B. Goode
Some thought he couldn't but I thought he could
He set his mind talkin' about Elvis lookin' like
rangs - All my niggas got big rangs
Better cuff your bitch man we coldblooded with this pimp game
All my niggas like Rick James
All I hear is this baller
quality too
My word more bond than James
Authority my penmanship
Short-term consequence for long-term benefit
I'm just trying to be better than yesterday
me want to scream
Sliding in supreme
Ladies sing the blue
I can never loose
Life is fine
Langston Hugh
Always make em move
Jump Jump criss cross
Im
sings the blues
The world keeps knocking on my front door
I just can't see to pay the rent no more
The one thing that I keep longing for
Is when
You know I, this is James Brown
I'm such a lover of people
Because people did so much for me
I'm a lover of all humanity, all man kind
And I feel
Phonte, Rozay Ricky
It ain't all rosey like Andre say
We lost three legends, Whit, Etta James, MJ
Gotta protect the kids where I live
My pen state (Penn
James Infirmary
I saw my baby there,
She's laid out on a cold white table,
So so cold, so white, so fair."
"Let her go, let her go, God bless
Mic check test 1, 2 blue sing on me
You destined for fame don't you be ashamed
Tune into the game if that's Patron James
Then call me Dewayne Spade
You know I, this is James Brown
I'm such a lover of people
Because people did so much for me
I'm a lover of all humanity, all man kind
And I feel
Hear the silent screams, feel the fright
When reality's illusion, which is right
Finally...James Dean and two drag queens
Chaperoned by Miss Norma Jean
by her side
Instruments tied to the top and the back
Because the Blue Valley songbird
Is singing tonight
One nighter's, honky tonk's, years flying by
her sing like Etta James
We going ass up face down
I’m trynna test your range out
You trynna test the mic out
Just don’t choke or bite down
Ass fat but
to make shit fit, now check this shit
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the Ep along by James Todd
Smith I get
The book don't end with Malachi
Devil will win employee of the month by the dozen
'Til one score and three years from the third when he doesn't
My village
a song for America,
Home of the red, white, and blue.
Land of Marilyn Monroe and James Dean,
Apple pie, baseball, and Shell gasoline,
And if you don't love
Sing of the sun sing of the moon
Cry in our hearts tears like lemon drops
Blinded by love a power in touch
Cold barren land desserts heat
Colourless
with nothin' to loose
I BB a king so let me sing you the blues
Let me lay down the rules,
Get money by all means,
Survive at all costs put god 'bove
way
I headed out for western skies
Cap on my head and a bottle of booze
Sing sing the highway blues
Sing sing the highway song
Down by the old highway
not sleep
(The merry blues) haunted by your pretty body
I can not sleep
(The merry blues) I want the world set on fire
(The merry blues) so many
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