Tekster:
Blue Cheer Heart Full Of Soul

thing without a heart full of soul Without a little bit of soul it wouldn't be right This screaming guitar, it would not sound so outta sight You get some soul

a nigga, crawlin', ha Pay my money or you better keep, you hall in, ha Dig up, on my, get money, niggas, so keep fallin', ha Cheers makin' you happy,

see, Ears cannot hear, my mouth is too dry to speak. You have searched me, you, you know me, there is nothing good inside me. Purge me, make me clean. My heart

jazz And all that jazz Slick your hair And wear your buckle shoes And all that Jazz I hear that Father Dip Is gonna blow the blues And all that Jazz Hold

goya and my minds off it my lover kisses me and whispers come come oh my coke, crack, smack and speed in goes when i need when the prang cooks up my heart and soul