Lyrics:
You know the blues is my kind of music
I want to spread it all around
But it's hard to be a bluesman in a rock 'n' roll town.
Who can't love a Jimmy
Where the slaves jumped in the coral reed
All I see's wreaths for over four hundred, I ain't a failure, I'm a forerunner
Keep killin' us, we gon'
to Albuquerque
Gonna be halfway to Albuquerque by then
And maybe I'm crazy, baby, layin' on Franklin's grave
In the city of brotherly love
But nothin' seems
Gold on my neck
My chain heavy as hell
9 in my pocket
Bitch I'll empty
them shells
Watching movies
On my 70inch
Jimmy neutron
Is what I'm
In the industry
I don't give a fuck what you did
This is my house
Take off your shoes when you walk in my crib
Niggas talk crazy to Hitman
And I'm
a year by the riverside, I'd bring it here
Apply it gently
To the love you've lent me
While the river was twisting and braiding, the bait bobbed
And the next thing you know, old Jimmy's awake
Believe that, Jimmy has to get loose
I recommended her to be my personal masseuse
She's a real fly girl if you get
train
Ya know the one behind Jimmy's bar
Whistling by like a shooting star
Its rhythm reminds me of the rain
And let's go swimming in that river
I
that I gave
Everything I had to my dreams
I'm happy and free and proud and
Confident i'm not crazy i'm free
Free from being held back by public opinion
Self made never had shit I get me some bread I could bake ( bake )
Baby need shoes ima need more I need a house by the lake ( lake )
Circle small I
Wanna be face to face the phone just ain't the same as laying by your side
Ain't gotta wait on it baby it's a freaky fast delivery like Jimmy made it
You
Jimmy Buffett & Carrie Fisher
It's the reason for livin'
That's what I'm givin'
I don't need a history lesson
To tell my why
I mean I'm in no
Were you raised by the river
Down in the low, low land
Where the air is dark and sinister
In the night, there's no safe place to stand
Hid in
Were you raised by the river
Down in the low, low land
Where the air is dark and sinister
In the night, there's no safe place to stand
Hid in
Niggas, I'm still grinding (yeah), I still hearing those sirens
I'm still getting chased by those lights
Only the light's lime, and my mic's
want to be right"
Hot Summer love, chillin with a dame, roll
Caseloads of tapes sold, pockets full of peso
(Ladies)
Probably wouldn't stop it if you say
I am the king, tell me you love me don't owe you a thing
Is livin' a sin? Stuck in a cycle where I repent
Then I will forget and do it again
Hearin'
(Like a fuckin chauffeur)
(Mann you crazy for this one, Jimmy on the beat boy)
Maybe I want her
Man she drive me crazy like a fuckin Chauffeur
Took
on me
I started growing shrooms I had to boost my self esteem
I only gave her the woodwind she show me she can reed
My lifestyle crazy
I got friend who
Just guns and blue faces
He made it to the docks
He got there by himself
Tried to hit jimmy's phone
To try to get some help
His phone is dead of course
Well, I'm from the Midwest
I know enough to cut a path
Around a wood chipper
And be careful
Of any conversation
A man starts by callin' you
knew
They couldn't keep me
So they tried to keep my baby
See them two are crazy
Alesha was feisty
So I found me the best of both worlds, that's
mistake, this shit is real
Boy, you should have known by now
Eazy-Duz-It enough to make a nigga go crazy
Sean Price, Bushwick Bill
Bushwick Bill is
better than I ever been nasa 1k for president
I'm just spreading the message Tryna lead people in the right direction
Love is correction If you don't like
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