drank the army?s red wine But she never found a moment?s pleasure She smelled the salty sea brine But she never found the buried treasure She might have played the chords
without choice They never even knowin' it, until the goin' gets rough See the amplified sample I'm throwin' with I grab the microphone, the unthinkable happens See the rockets red
telecaster or a stradacaster But I do remember that it wasn't at all easy It required the perfect combination of the right power chords And the precise
make her smile like a drug for you Do ever what you want to do, coming over you Keep on smiling what we go through One stop to the rhythm that divides you And I speak to you like the chorus
bring him when I walk Me and my axe will leave your head outlined in chalk My axe is my buddy, he always makes me laugh Me and my axe cut bigot spinal chords
rhyme I'm on time like a motherfucka Leavin you hangin in the forest Standin in some comfortable shifts like Chuck Norris Check the chorus Second hand
DJ Drama] (Dramatic Nigga) [Drake] Uh, well alright, here I go I'm a rapper turn singer and you can tell that he smoke But i don't need my vocal chords
make it work Jheri Curl Jones, spendin' cash on a skirt Plan to win, whassup with Uncle Ben? Brother is sly, fatback bacon Still fakin', his voice chords
on the screen Big home,diamonds,furs,and even them drop tops I went from ? ? ? ? ? ,little red model and i-roc I used to,drive my friends,to rollerskating,use my vocal chords
Diamonds of silvery rain in the fountains And ten-cent red roses from department store counters Watching the moonlight reflect off the river Beside where
when we step up in it Like this, go all out nigga don't be scared to bust Futuristic, what you need to do is catch up with us (Chorus 2X: Eightball)
if in the key of C using the following chords]: [C] Oh, I'll twine with my mingles And [G] waving black [C] hair With the roses so red And the [G]
at Liar's dive I'm a travelling businessman, I just stopped in for one drink You'll find that I'm not like the other men Their noses are red whilst
Going wrong with your roots If that's too country for you How about sitting on the porch by the tiki torch Picking a song with only three chords Good
ever what you want to do, Coming over you, Keep on smiling, what we go through. One stop to the rhythm that divides you, And I speak to you like the chorus
you Do ever what you want to do Coming over you Keep on smiling what we go through One stop to the rhythm that divides you And I speak to you like the chorus
dues 'Cause they knew they had nothing to lose They knew it, so they just got to it With cracked old Gibsons and red clay shoes Playing 1 4 5 chords
I thought I'd say, "We'd be better off If the whole world was a honky tonk" You could smoke that cigarette An' be politically incorrect Show off that red