Well, they call me Jimmy Martin And they say that I can sing Of them lonesome broken-hearted Boys of Bluegrass, I'm the king I was born up in the mountains
Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy Tu es mon meilleur ami Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy Tu es l'homme de ma vie Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy Pour toi je ferais des folies Jimmy, Jimmy
day, now we ready to play And the J, the I, the M, the M, the Y, the J, the I, the M At Jimmy's, at Jimmy's Jimmy, Copacabana, in Miami, Little Havana
Renosa would go And there would see Jimmy Martinez Married to Sarah Sero Oh-oh-oh One day there came a message It said that Jimmy must go As Jimmy was
was number six And it's Andrew Jackson's butt he kicks So Jackson learns to play politics Next time he's the one that the country picks Martin Van Burne
talkin' 'bout despair, I'm talkin' 'bout shame I ain't talkin' 'bout gossip, I ain't talkin' 'bout Game I ain't talkin 'bout Jimmy, I ain't talkin' '
I'm tired of sonnin niggaz that don't believe us I'm at ya life savers alone wit my sneakers I went from humble beginners to ownin the Jimmy's Fuckin
I got put on the set, smokin Jimmy Jacks in a shack with my nigga Coolio, got me to' the fuck back High as a UFO, standin in my drawers in the hall, talkin
to see what he's seen But then I'd take 'em right back, to see Martin Luther's dream I'd dream that I could tell Martin Luther we made it But half of
[Verse 1 - Wale] They tried and tell me I don't fit up in this motha fucka Cause Rozay been talkin white he think he Uncle Ruckus I laugh at Jimmy, they
Red Aston Martin Vanquish V12 sick Red cranberry juice in my vodka [Chorus] Game so violent, give me a backwood, roll a violet Blow the smoke out and
me get America high by your appearance I can get a glimpse of your vibe they say you are what you wear, I am Yves Saint Laurent mixing Martin Margiella
do do do, do do do do, do do do, do do do do Hearts can break just like a string Old guitars can't fix a string I Put that Martin in it's case With the
of the People!! Yeahh, I mean c'mon. What the FUCK do I gotta do? This one for the fans here Jack. [Lupe: Chorus] I think I'm Malcom X, Martin Luther
a good idea to improve vinyl sales It's useless, it's crap, I'll never be in the sun How can I be a pop star when I can't buy a gun? Jimmy Morrison overdosed
We were sitting 'round the table At the Tuesday poker game Solvin' all the problems of the world Tryin' to draw an inside straight Jimmy posed the question
sight If I ever want to fly Mulholland Drive, I am alive Hollywood is under me I'm Martin Sheen, I'm Steve McQueen, I'm Jimmy Dean You are the star