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This is as far as it goes This the end of the road This the end of the rope The other end of the throat "It's suicidal", she wrote This is the end of the show, it's over We doin' drugs 'til we in a coma We don't love these hoes, our hearts got colder It's hard out here for a lonely stoner I know I'm doin' drugs, but so what? Just pray to God, I never throw up I pray to God, my plug got pour up I pray to God, my plug still show up I know the last time we tried to rob him He lucky, bro'nem ain't fuckin' off him I'm drinkin', drivin' in the Bentley coupe, so It's hard for me to drive, move too slow I told you, baby, I ain't saving no hoe I only save the money, anti-hero I burn my old clothes and got some new clothes I left my old hoes and got some new hoes My brother got a chopper, and it's kickin' like Judo He shootin' while I'm drivin' the two-door This is as far as it goes This the end of the road This the end of the rope The other end of the throat "It's suicidal", she wrote This is the end of the show, it's over We doin' drugs 'til we in a coma This is as far as it goes This the end of the road This the end of the rope The other end of the throat "It's suicidal", she wrote This is the end of the show, it's over We doin' drugs 'til we in a coma I'm smokin' dope 'til I'm in a coma The moon rock on me, I love the aroma I get so high that I'm in the clouds with the fallen angels Demons with halos She love the coke but not Coca-Cola But she'll still pop it like a soda for ya Her name rings bells like a Motorola I lay the bitch off like I'm her employer And she gon' ride like a rollercoaster And I'm gon' hide when the love is over But it's far from over, losing composure In a coffin, laying stiff like a boulder This is as far as it goes This the end of the road This the end of the rope The other end of the throat "It's suicidal", she wrote This is the end of the show, it's over We doin' drugs 'til we in a coma This is as far as it goes This the end of the road This the end of the rope The other end of the throat "It's suicidal", she wrote This is the end of the show, it's over We doin' drugs 'til we in a coma

Gotta get away from you Fast as I can Too much for me baby More than my heart can stand Like a kid behind the wheel You been reckless with my heart If I stay around you'll surely tear it all apart The road's got to end somewhere Every road has got to end somewhere Now is the time for the show down So let me give you the low down We've come to the end of our road Just think about all those nights You left me at home lonely You only did it cause you knew I love you only Runnin' around with every girl in town I'm tellin' you boy No longer will I be your clown Sayin' the road's got to end somewhere Sayin' every road has got to end somewhere Sick and tired of your stuff Said enough is enough We've come to the end of our road Ain't no sense in your beggin' and pleadin' Talkin' bout I'm not the one that you're needin' Said I done had my fill of you Hurt me so through the years I've done sure enough run out of tears Telling you I couldn't cry if I wanted to Said the road's got to end somewhere Well now every road has got to end somewhere Time and again I begged you to slow down So I'm givin' you the low down We've come to the end of our road

My name is Jerry Lee Lewis, come from Louisiana I'm gonna do you a little boogie on this here piano Doing mighty fine, I'm gonna make you shake it I'll make you do it and make you do it, until you break it It's called the Lewis boogie, in the Lewis way Lord, I do my little boogie woogie every day Well, down in New Orleans, the land of dreams The best doggone place, son, you have ever seen The cats go wild, do a boogie that's hot My boogie woogie makes you want to stop and do the bop It's called the Lewis boogie, in the Lewis way Lord, I do my little boogie woogie every day Aw, oh, boy Well, now let's cruise on down to old Memphis town That's where that Presley boy said, "You ain't nothing but a hound" But now you take my boogie, it keeps you in the groove Then your sacroiliac begins to shiver and a move It's called the Lewis boogie, in the Lewis way Lord, I do my little boogie woogie every day Oh, boogie woogie when your hips start rockin' honey And your knees start knockin', Lewis boogie, Lewis way Lord, I do my little boogie woogie every day

Well, Bonnie-Bonnie B, she's like a little queen bee She stands out among the others, you see She makes me happy, makes me feel so good I would marry Bonnie B if I could But we're too young, got a long time to wait Bonnie baby, that don't mean hesitate 'Bout lovin' me So, kiss me Bonnie-Bonnie B Bonnie B, Bonnie-Bonnie-Bonnie B Bonnie-Bonnie B, she's the pride of our school When she walks down the hall Well, all the kids all drool With her long blond hair and cherry pink lips Turned up nose that makes a cat wanna flip Flip over Bonnie-Bonnie B Bonnie B, Bonnie-Bonnie-Bonnie B Well, I told Bonnie B to take a ride with me Told her I'd show her all she could see She don't know, but it'll be too dark But that lover's lane is where I plan to park And I'm gonna ask her if I can kiss her then And if I can, I'm gonna do it again More tenderly, when I kiss my Bonnie-Bonnie B Bonnie B, Bonnie-Bonnie-Bonnie B Bonnie-Bonnie B, she's the pride of our school When she walks down the hall Well, all the kids all drool With her long blond hair and cherry pink lips And turned up nose that makes a cat wanna flip Flip over Bonnie-Bonnie B Bonnie B, Bonnie-Bonnie-Bonnie B

Lucille, come on home where you belong Hey, I'm talkin' to you, Lucille Baby, come on home where you belong You was raised in Memphis, Tennessee, girl Get your little self back home Lucille, please come home, baby I need your lovin', Jerry Lee don't mean maybe, woo! You was raised in Memphis, baby Better get your little self back home Yeah, come home now Yeah Well, I woke up this morning and Lucille was not in sight When I asked my friends about her, Lord, and all they did was laugh Lucille, come on home where you belong You know we're rockin' and rollin' whole night long Play guitar, son, woo! Well, Lucille Come on home where you belong Give it to me now Lucille, come on home where you belong Let's make rockin Jerry Lee happy, make it home One more time Lucille, come on now Lucille, woo! Lucille, beggin' on bendin' knee, baby I need your lovin', girl Play it on me heavily, heavily, heavily, heavily, heavily, heavily, baby Yeah, woo! Port rock and roll

Well, I'm just out of school I'm real-real cool I got the jump, got the jive Got the message, I'm alive I'm a wild, I'm wild one Ooh, yeah, I'm a wild one I'm gonna keep a-shakin' I'm gonna keep a-movin', baby Don't you cramp my style, I'm a real wild child Come on, baby, shake all night long Shake 'til the meat come off of the bone 'Cause I'm a wild one Ooh, yeah, I'm a wild one I'm gonna keep a-shakin' Gonna keep a-movin', baby Don't you cramp my style, I'm real wild child Yeah! Yeah, I gonna pick you up in my 88 Get ready, sugar, now don't be late We're gonna move it all night long Until a whole lotta shakin' goin' be on I'm a wild one Ooh, yeah, I'm a wild one I'm gonna keep a-shakin' I'm gonna keep a-movin', baby Don't you cramp my style, I'm a real wild child Whoa! Yeah, I really get to movin' when the sun goes down Oh, after dark, I can get around Gonna move on, I'll make every hop When we start to boppin', I sure can't stop But I'm a wild one Ooh, yeah, I'm a wild one I'm gonna keep a-shakin' I'm gonna keep a-movin', baby Don't you cramp my style, I'm a real wild child I'm a real wild child I'm a real wild child I'm a real wild child Watch out!

Lord, I got lumps in my throat When I saw her comin' down the aisle I got the wiggles in my knees When she looked at me and sweetly smiled There she is again, she's standin' over by the record machine Woah lookin' like a model on the cover of a magazine She's too cute to be a minute over seventeen Meanwhile I was thinkin' She's in the mood, no need to break it Got a chance, I ought to take it If she can dance I might make it Come on, Queenie, let's shake it Go go go little Queenie Go go go little Queenie Go go go go little Queenie There she is again, she's standin' over by the record machine Oh lookin' like a model on the cover of a magazine She's too cute to be a minute over seventeen Meanwhile I was still thinkin' If this is a slow song, we'll omit it If this is a rocker, that'll get it If it's good, Honey I'll admit it Come on Queenie, let's get it Go, go, go, Little Queenie Go, go, go, Little Queenie Go, go, go, go go Little Queenie, hey Go, go, go, Little Queenie, hey Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go Little Queenie Go, go, go, Little Queenie, go!