Blue star over my shoulder Blue star, can't you see? Blue star, it's a little colder She's gone away from me And I wish I never seen her with the sunlight
girl What's your name? What's your name girl? Say what? Alright you be like that Crabshaw don't care Yeah, I'm havin' a good time That's ol' Butterfield's band
A firefly glowing on my left hand Used to pretend it was a wedding band A tall cool glass of Mama's lemonade Sold from a stand that me and my sister made
dream comfort memory to spare, And in my mind I still need a place to go, All my changes were there. Blue, blue windows behind the stars, Yellow moon
one night, came a Cadillac with four head lights Came a man with a big, long, fat, cigar Said, "C'mere son, I'm gonna make you a star" Bo Diddley said
Flamingo, wearin' black market shoes This loud Cuban band is crucifying John Lennon No one wants to be lonely, no one wants to sing the blues She's
and a skinny pair of blue jeans Boys in black pearl buttons looking just like Springsteen Mama says why you wanna play in a silly rock 'n' roll band Well
PJ wheels As we land I duck down, I stick my head up My dick is being sucked down by a bitch named 'What Now' I look in her eyes, and her eyes are like an orange star
help you deal with the pain out there I think, you'll see that it's money well spent More than a hundred grooves for rent And they got all the blues
man until you seen the man uh, kush smoke money clothes hoes hurry up before that elevator door close this that 1980 Marvin Gaye live at the Montreux stars
bandana headdress, no TV's in the headrest Who would be a big mess, trust me drew it, without rap I'd be saying this here in country music. We be no stars
(featuring Raekwon) [singer] Tony for mayor.. (x4) [Ghostface Killah] Catch me in a crisp blue six, deep dish Doors is crisp, velour stop at the wrist
A Benz is not needed to portray my wealth A Jaguar is not a symbol for a star But Nelson Mandela, is a fellow I consider to be true blue Long live the
see I bet Thomas Jefferson would love B E T This is a celebration all across the land Light the fireworks, bring out the marching band Uncle L, I love
, lookin' like a bomb threat Bin Laden beard, Afghan in a bomb best Stranded on death row Makavali's on the Maybach, kicks retro She wanna gaze at the stars
we got losers Chain smokers and boozers And we got yuppies, we got bikers We got thirsty hitchhikers And the girls next door dress up like movie stars
Some folks are born made to wave the flag Ooh, they're red, white and blue And when the band plays, "Hail to the chief" Oh, they point the cannon at you
rising like rolling around Eyes closed above the rooftops Eyes closed, we're gonna spin through the stars Our arms wide as the sky We gonna ride the blue
