Lyrics:
deep inside myself
Trying to find my inner light from within-out
When I write, it's like a fish for trout
'Cause I gotta figure out, a different
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Posthumous song by a great friend who is still missing, Osvaldo Sussi
About the album:
""8 centavos e vários nada""
the teardrops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star
He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do
Drew walks by
the nigga Joe Walter's son
Hit the moonwalk all across the sun
I just hit my shot on accident like a drop a gun
Got popped, and I stopped to run
On red
I don’t write songs for people but
This song is dedicated to a special person
A person real dear to me named no one
I put my problems in a bottle,
(Dolly Parton/Floyd Parton)
I used to stand on a corner when I was a child
And I'd play my guitar and sing as the people went by
The sidewalks
here . . .
Don't you boys know any nice songs?
Well the years was rollin' by
Heavy metal 'n glitter rock
Had caught the public eye
Snotty boys
on
Hell yeah Sounds good Sing that song
Guitar man playing all night long
Take me back to where the music hit me
Life was good and love was easy
She's
on
Hell yeah Sounds good Sing that song
Guitar man playing all night long
Take me back to where the music hit me
Life was good and love was easy
She's
the flavor my old bird said some of
My songs sound like noise
Don't watch the Bulls as much
They got too many white boys
A million black men walkin'
Towards
I’m a self paid millionaire, turnt into a rock star
By the age of 12, turnt myself into a popstar
Rock by myself, Ian never need a guitar
Turn 13,
I can still remember
When I bought my first guitar
Remember just how good the feeling
To put it proudly in my car
And my family listened fifty
the world
And sang my songs for people that I've met
I've made a lot of people smile
And all in all I still have no regrets
I've got a family that I love
for it all down at the grand Ole Opry
You can go walkin' through the Hall of Fame
And one by one, remember the names
Willie Nelson, Jimmy Rodgers,
Way back in the corner
By my daddy's fire place
There was an old guitar
In a worn out case
He didn't play it often
But he played it mighty fine
to feel effects of stardom
Plus I drank last night my head is throbbing
Watch out for my tape cuz soon it's dropping
Three years down the road I'm yachting
the teardrops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star
He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do
Drew walks by
(word)
Let me spell my name out for you, it's Ricky,
R, ravishing
I, impress
C, Courageous, so careless
K, for the Kangols which I've got
That I
(word)
Let me spell my name out for you, it's Ricky,
R, ravishing
I, impress
C, Courageous, so careless
K, for the Kangols which I've got
That I
the teardrops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star
He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do
Drew walks by
I had a fight with a cop just last night
Address my girl 'my dear', been shootin' guns for years
And I never been a sucker givin' in to my peers
I used to stand on the corner when I was a child
And I would play my guitar and sing as the people went by
The sidewalks were crowded, but I'd just
your year's gonna come
You didn't live by the pipe or the gun to be like me
Waitin for my turn to burn
and get a million-five, and a tax return
that be
of yarn
Dolly, me? Am I? I'll trade a dollar for ya dime, oh
Idlest Delilah
Trout and trees remind me of my
Darling 'D the Diver,'
Diver D was a satyr
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