Lyrics
Goin down to Blueberry Hill
Gonna get a new set of wheels
To bring a bribe by the way of the walk
Thats right I’m goin to Blueberry Hill
So come here to right your wrongs
The few there are
So come up next to me boy and well well
Have a cigar
Well i trip till its Sunday
Sun-up to sundown
Ya i feel it come ya i know it will
Thats right i'm goin down back to Blueberry hill
Well the kids obliterated
He's got dynamite knees
He freaks everyone out
When he starts to bleed
Your pungent perfume
You lick'n your lips
So don't try to tell me to up and split
So say it’s been quite the stint
(Snare post chorus thing)
With your tears on my head but I ain't throw'n a fit i got
Two band aids and a scrape to fix e-gotta get get goin
But before I'm gone i want you to know that i wont be long (no)
Goin down to BlueBerry Hill
Gonna get a new set of wheels
To bring a bribe by the way of the walk
Thats right I’m goin to Blueberry Hill
Well I trip till its Sunday
Sun-up to sundown
Don't ask who they are or wherever they been
Thats right Were goin down and back again
You cant breath
See or speak
Scratch the poppy
And begin to breath
Son I was never ever taught
The right from the wrong
So I Ill'd a man
Just for his gum (ya for his gum)
So say it’s been quite the stint
Snare post chorus
And I try to get back all over again
Only for it to slip back back through my hands
And I missed how I felt in the light of substance if I could have it back well I'd do it again
(Well) I try to get get it
Back all over again
Only for it to slip back (back) (back) through my hands
Well i missed how I felt
In the light of substance
If I could have it back
Well I'd do it again
Well I'd do it again
Well I'd do it again
And I'd do it again
And do it again