Lyrics:
a superstar by
The time he made thirteen
Sure would hurt my fingers Lord if
I had to play that mean rip it up
And I heard old Emerson say
No debt will go
V12 rolling
Got some honeys up in it
Say your pussy golden
But I only fuck with platinum chicks
Only talk platinum shit
Only swallow platinum
Meet Eddie, 23 years old
Fed up with life (damn)
And the way things are going (I'm going fucking insane)
He decides to rob a liquor store (I gotta
on the ride
Paparazzi is the code from old Town vibes
Mе and you your momma and your cousin, too
Rolling down the strip on Vogues
Coming up, slamming Cadillac
Down the road I look and there runs Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
We go down to the river where the willows weep
Take a naked root for
I'm looking at a funeral wagon rolling down
A two-lane highway winding past a desert town
A big blue canvas painted by the Master's hand
Meet Eddie, 23 years old
Fed up with life (damn)
And the way things are going (I'm going fucking insane)
He decides to rob a liquor store (I gotta
Don't say "Rine," say "Rain"
The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain!
By George, she's got it!
By George, she's got it!
Now, once again where
Down the road I look and there runs Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
We go down to the river where the willows weep
Take a naked root for
writing a funky rap or two
So Free Your dull-ass Mind your funky Ass Will Follow
Your funk is watered down, in other words it's kinda shallow
Get Up to Get
Colorado that night
I brought trees to blow through, but it's just me and no you
Stayed up 'til my phone died
Smoking big, rolling solo
It's hell
it
Yeah, man I crank it up
And you'd probably punch my arm right now
If you saw this tear rolling down on my face
Hey, man I'm trying to be tough
Bumping some Sade rolling my window
Down and hitting the highway
No it's not Friday
But it's my day and sometimes
Shit gotta go my way
Niggas got me
of the road I fixed everything up fine
With a little bit of lovin' in a few minutes later we was rolling on down the line
Cause I'm a shade tree fix-it man...
Marching-marching-
King george's men came marching, up to the old inn-door.
They said no word to the landlord, they drank his ale instead,
But they gagged his
of heaven
Or maybe just a late night in Vegas
It's true, that's what we do when were going down swingin'
Then coming up singing the blues
Wearing out my
a mile from town
I picked a stick up off the ground and knocked that fair girl down
She fell down on her bended knees, for mercy she did cry
"Oh Willy
Okay last time, this is drugs
This is your brain on drugs
Any questions?
Welcome home George Young (RIP McBride)
The real Boston George
It's that
about a mile from town,
I picked a stick up off the ground and knocked that fair girl down.
She fell down on her bended knees for mercy she did cry,
perfect,
My left pinkey finger rolling like George Gervin,
My name ain't Ervin, but call me Magic.
Abra Cadabra, top off the Phantom,
4 58 italia, first
Key Largo
Runnin' Nat narcotic
By George he got it
Takin' makin' the G erotic
And the fiends they scheme
So he can put 'em down
But his method is
And some bloodshot forget-me-not whispers
Daddy's within earshot, save the buckshot, turn up the band
And she was blinded by the light
Oh, cut loose
The way we drive
55 down a no name road and I
Cant keep up with her gypsy soul
And I can tell when southern bell
Has me on my toes
My hands
lately i'm not feeling myself
Rolling down again
Been trynna stay Up
Dunno why can't
won't let you down
Count on me
I knew i was born to get big
Depends
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