Lyrics containing the term: release+me+elvis+presley (2025)

Que rechula es Katy Así le decía Elvis Presley Y ahora yo con mi mariachiKaty, Katy ay! Que rechula es Katy Así le decía Elvis Presley Y ahora yo con mi mariachi

MiyagiKing still down, well I don't speak ChineseFucked his bitch then tell her Hachi KachiCopped the new Balencia like them bitches was HuarachesI should move to Italy, I'm fresher than everybodyI'm an underground king, I'm turning up on everybodyWhite girl with me like ElvisOle' girl say I'm too selfishSipping on lean, can't help itIf I take a drug test now gon' fail itGot a pimpin' on a nigga Port ArthurYoung rich nigga banging on your daughterGot the white girl with me like PresleyNew Jack City nigga like WesleyWhite girl with me like ElvisWhite girl with me like ElvisNew Jack City nigga like WesleyGot the white girl with me like PresleyI got this bad bitch on me Shawn CarterTurn a hood rat bitch bitch to a modelA few shooters on deck OsamaGot the trap jumpin' all the way back to SlausonWhite girl hanging on my arm like I'm Brad PittTrap phones on me and my paint dripping candyThank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank youPercocets getting on a nigga while I'm drinkingAnd I got a white girl with me, Tom BradyGold bottle coming right now, I got an Ace (Spades)White girl with me like ElvisOle' girl say I'm too selfishSipping on lean, can't help itIf I take a drug test now gon' fail itGot a pimpin' on a nigga Port ArthurYoung rich nigga banging on your daughterGot the white girl with me like PresleyNew Jack City nigga like WesleyWhite girl with me like ElvisWhite girl with me like ElvisNew Jack City nigga like WesleyGot the white girl with me like PresleySippin' on lean I can't help it, if I take a drug test now I'm gon'

Once long ago, all the faithful held a showDown in Elvis Presley Blvd. on Memphis RadioWhere the hopeless held a vigil and the nameless played the chartsWhere the losers lost their sorrow and the lonely left their heartsStep on these shoes then I'll see you in hell"Love me so tender," I criedSave me a room in the Heartbreak HotelI'm so alone, I could dieI took a ride with my baby by my sideAnd the Elvis Presley Blvd. where all the faithful criedAnd I saw that silent mansion and I knew that I was lostThey were selling plastic souvenirs of Elvis on the crossStep on these shoes and I'll see you in hell"Love me so tender," I criedSave me a room in the Heartbreak HotelI'm so alone, I could dieDrive down that road tonight, everyone is goneNobody's home but the light's always onMan I was beat, I was driven by the heatDown to Elvis Presley Blvd. in a one-way dead end streetAnd I smashed my car to pieces and I said goodbye to youthI had all the ugly rumors and I could not face the truthSave me a room in the Heartbreak HotelI'm so alone, I could dieDrive down that road tonight, everyone is goneNobody's home but the light's always on

Hood billionaireNigga need that quinineI'm making more with the baking soda, don't hate on meYou know where I'm at thoughI'm riding down Elvis Presley BlvdI'm riding down Elvis Presley BlvdGot the dog food, the soft nigga and the hardYou can tell them crackers they can go and get the dogsI'm riding down Elvis Presley BlvdRiding down Elvis Presley BlvdGot the boy, got the girl and I got the heartTell them pussy crackers they can bring the dogsI got Priscilla, I got PriscillaI got vanilla, boy, I got vanillaI been that nigga, I been that niggaI bend that corner, I'm stacking scrillaI'm riding down Elvis Presley BlvdI'm riding down Elvis Presley BlvdGot the dog food, the soft nigga and the hardYou can tell them crackers they can go and get the dogsMy face familiar, my face familiarHalf a milli for the whip, this bitch'll hurt your feelingsI could fly Priscilla, send her in the mailShe got Meek Milly cellphone in the county jailI'm at the car wash off on Elvis Presley BlvdThat nina hit your van, your ass gon' holla "good God"You feel that itch, you feel that itchThat heroin moving fast, boy, I'm getting richI'm riding down Elvis Presley BlvdI'm riding down Elvis Presley BlvdGot the dog food, the soft nigga and the hardYou can tell them crackers they can go and get the dogsRun up in the trap, I push the panic buttonLil' 'Toine snorting coke, he ain't scared of nothingBumping Playa Fly until a player dieCharged 'em for the nine gram, but I gave em fiveMy baking soda fine, I'm baking over dimesI got them brown bags, I bet they know it's mineI'm riding down Elvis Presley BlvdCan I park an airplane in a nigga yard?

If she get a shot of whiskey she know how to throw it backShe turn up for Elvis Presley, told the DJ, "Throw it back"She look better every Thursday she don't have to throw it backShorty got me catching feelings, I just hope she throw it backThrow it, throw it backDrop it low, you can blame it on the JackSlow it down, girl, I'm tryna make it last, ayyIf you sexy and you know it, make it clapThrow it, throw it, throw it backI threw it on back but nothing says summer like the way she make me feel (feel)A tall glass of natural woman, I can tell that she keep it real (she keep it real, yeah)A green light, she give it to ya, gotta get it 'fore it turn redHotter than a flame, I barely know her name, but I'm damn sure willing to betIf she get a shot of whiskey she know how to throw it backShe turn up for Elvis Presley, told the DJ, "Throw it back"She look better every Thursday she don't have to throw it backShorty got me catching feelings, I just hope she throw it backThrow it, throw it backDrop it low, you can blame it on the JackSlow it down, girl, I'm tryna make it last, ayyIf you sexy and you know it, make it clapThrow it, throw itGotta thank Jesus making them peachesGeorgia bulldog got me SC seasickShe on that wave and I'm deep inTryna buy another roundThrow it backLet me see the levee breaking Chevy super heavy dutyToot toot for the dude dude, babeBubble bubble you been eating your McDoublesAnd it's trouble for meIf she get a shot of whiskey she know how to throw it backShe turn up for Elvis Presley, told the DJ, "Throw it back"She look better every Thursday she don't have to throw it backShorty got me catching feelings, I just hope she throw it backThrow it, throw it backDrop it low, you can blame it on the JackSlow it down, girl, I'm tryna make it last, ayyIf you sexy and you know it, make it clapThrow it, throw it, throw it back (do it to em', Keith)If she get a shot of whiskey she know how to throw it backShe turn up for Elvis Presley, told the DJ, "Throw it back"She look better every Thursday she don't have to throw it backShorty got me catching feelings, I just hope she throw it back (Mm, ooh won't you throw it back)Throw it, throw it backDrop it low, you can blame it on the JackSlow it down, girl, I'm tryna make it last, ayyIf you sexy and you know it, make it clapThrow it, throw it, throw it backDrop it low, you can blame it on the Jack (on the jack)Slow it down, girl, I'm tryna make it last, ayyIf you sexy and you know it, make it clapThrow it, throw it, throw it back

Si moi j'aime bien l'école et les leçonsJ'ai aussi la tête folle, pleine de chansonsC'est une passion qui me poursuit jour et nuitAlors je t'en supplieOh, oh papaAchète-moi un juke-boxOh, oh, oh papaJe rêve tant d'un juke-boxSi tu m'l'achètes je te prometsQue plus jamais le soir je n'sortiraiEt tu pourras me voirEn train d'faire mes devoirsEn écoutant Elvis PresleyLes Chaussettes Noires, Johnny HallydayDalida, mais qu'est-ce qu'ils racontent làDalida, mais c'est pas du tout çaDalida, mais qu'est-ce qu'elle vient m'faire làOh, oh papaAchète-moi un juke-boxOh, oh, oh papaTu peux m'offrir un juke-boxIl y a d'la placeA la maisonOn l'installeraDans un coin du salonC'est vraiment idéalPour l'ambiance familialeQue d'écouter Elvis PresleyLes Chaussettes Noires, Johnny HallydayDalida, Elvis PresleyDalida, les Chaussettes NoiresDalida, ils remettent encore çaTous les samedis, j'inviterai mes amisPour danser, pour twisterOn repoussera les meubles et puis les tapisOn te fera une vraie surprise-partyOh, oh papaAchète-moi un juke-boxOh, oh, oh papaLorsque j'aurai mon juke-boxJe pourrai faireGrâce aux amisEn peu de tempsBeaucoup d'économiesCar ils mettront leurs sousDans l'appareil à sousPour écouter Elvis PresleyLes Chaussettes Noires, Johnny HallydayEt le dimanche aprèsOn prendra des billetsPour aller voir Elvis PresleyLes Chaussettes Noires, Johnny HalydayDalida, mais ils n'ont rien comprisDalida, haha, elle est toujours làAprès tout, pourquoi pas

I'm riding down Elvis Presley BlvdI'm riding down Elvis Presley BlvdGot the dog food, the soft nigga and the hardYou can tell them crackers they could go and get the dogsI'm riding down Elvis Presley BlvdRiding down Elvis Presley BlvdGot the boy, got the girl and I got the heartTell them pussy crackers they can bring the dogs

Cause.I talk to Jesus, you don't believe meI talk to Jesus, I know he hears meI talk to Jesus and Elvis PresleyI talk to Jesus, the king can save meI talk, talk, talk, I talk to JesusI talk to Jesus, I talk to JesusI talk to Jesus, I talk to Jesus

Underneath this canopy of snowWhere fifty-seven wintersTook their toll Where did you go?And I believed in youI believed in youLike Elvis PresleySinging psalms on a Sunday (Where did you go?)Well she's gone to meet her makerBack to where she came fromCome to save her soul(Come to save her soul)Come to take her home'Cause it's late and pastYour bedtime, well past bedtimeAngelMy angelFly over meAngelAngelMy angelFly over meAngelShe took her lifeWithin her handsShe took her lifeWithin her own two handsAnd no one can tell herWhat to do nowAnd I believed in youI believed in youLike Elvis PresleySingin' live from Las Vegas(Where did you go?)

[Chorus]When Leonard finally came to CaliforniaHe was twenty-one years old, as I recallHe loved to write a song and pick on the guitarAnd he came to hang a gold one on the wallThe town in which he lived is not importantBut you'll know which town I mean by the time I'm throughHe soon became a famous entertainerBut Leonard was a name he never usedHe was on his way to having what he wantedJust about as close as one could beHey, once he even followed Elvis PresleyAnd he wrote a lot of country songs for meBut he laid it all aside to follow JesusFor years he chose to let his music goBut preaching wasn't really meant for LeonardBut how in the hell was Leonard s'posed to knowWell, life began to twist it's way around himAnd I wondered how he carried such a loadHe came back again to try his luck in musicAnd lost his wife and family on the roadAfter that he seemed to bog down even deeperAnd I saw what booze and pills could really doAnd I wondered if I'd ever see him soberBut I forgot about a friend that Leonard knewWell, Leonard gave me lots of inspirationHe helped teach me how to write a country songAnd he even brought around a bag of groceriesHey, back before Muskogee came alongReally, I'm not trying to hide his show nameOr the town in which this episode beganSomehow I had to write a song for old TommyIf just to see the smilin' faces in the band[Chorus]

Well that's all right mama that's all right with youThat's all right mama anyway you doWell that's all right that's all right that's all right mama anyway you doWell my mama she done told me papa done told me tooSon that gal you're foolin' with she ain't no good for youWell that's all right that's all right that's all right mama anyway you do[ guitar ]MY BABY LEFT ME(Arthur Crudup)Ã'« © '56 Elvis Presley Music Ã'»Well my baby left me she never said a wordWas it something that I've done or something that she heardYou know she left me yeah she left me Lord my babyleft me never said a wordWell Lord I stand at my window wring my hands and cryI hate to lose that woman hate to say goodbyeYou know she left me yes he left me my baby even left me never said goodbye[ guitar ]

King wailedCharlie Parker criedLouis Jordan smiledRay Charles moanedChuck Berry rock and rolledFats Domino made me feel goodElvis Presley did things that no one thought he couldThen came the Beatles, Rolling StonesWhole new thing was going onFrank Zappa zappedMamas and Papas knew where it was atThey all listened to Ravi ShankarNow that we got Jimi HendrixWe know where we are (and Louis Jordan smiled)And the winds of change go on blowing, blowingGathering more and more leaves in its pathAs time goes pastWinds of change keep on blowingWinds of change keep on blowingBob Dylan sang about the winds of changeBlowing, it's all blowing, the winds of change

The only person I have ever heard sing this song is Elvis Presley and these are the lyrics as he sings themIf you could see me nowThe one who saidThat he'd rather roamThe one who saidHe'd rather be aloneIf you could only see me nowIf I could hold you nowJust for a momentIf I could really make you mineJust for awhileTurn back the hands of timeIf I could only hold you nowI been too long in the windToo long in the rainTakin' any comfort that I canLooking back and longing for The freedom of my chainsAnd lying in you loving arms againIf you could hear me nowSinging somewhere in the lonely nightDreaming of the arms that held me tightIf I could only hold you nowOoh I been too long in the windToo long in the rainTakin' any comfort that I canLooking back and longing forThe freedom of my chainsAnd lying in your loving arms againI can almost feel your loving arms again

Mendonca with yrics Inspired by a Poem written By Elvis Aaron Presley.My time has come, I have to goI leave you all with no regretsThe life I lived was good to me But in the end it could not beCause it became much more than I could takeAnd yet I never ran awayYou see ol' friend, I'm just a boyWho never a chance to growAnd played his hand as best he could I sang of love, as lovers shouldAnd as the years pass be bySometimes I laugh, sometimes I cryBut without love, I could not beIt was too much, even for meSo it became much more than I could takeAnd yet I never ran awayThey called me king, they made me grandMy voice has swept across the landBut what they never even knewThe songs I sang were all for you

I just can't believe It was all a lie No man in the moon Just a big light in the sky I hear Disneyland Might lose Mickey Mouse In some giant hostile corporate shake-up Tell me it's a nightmare Please wake me up (Say it isn't so) I found a book of matches From someplace we've never been How come you hang the phone up The minute I walk in Last night I had this dream That I was losing you I woke up in a cold sweat shaking Rescue me my heart is breaking Say it isn't so (tell me it's not true) Say it isn't so (I believe in you) Tell me it's a lie (I don't need no proof) Say everything's alright (couldn't be, not you) Say it isn't so Superman don't fly They did it all with strings Elvis Presley died They deep fried the king Like some tacky cheesy bathing beauty Dancing on the beach in a bad B-movie Say it isn't so (tell me it's not true) Say it isn't so (I believe in you) Tell me it's a lie (I don't need no proof) Say everything's alright (couldn't be, not you) Say it isn't so (don't give up on me) Say it isn't so (don't give up on you) Get me through the night (we'll make it through) Make everything alright (couldn't be, not you) Say it isn't soSay it isn't so (tell me it's not true) Say it isn't so (I believe in you) Tell me it's a lie (I don't need no proof) Say everything's alright (couldn't be, not you) Say it isn't so (don't give up on me) Say it isn't so (don't give up on you) Get me through the night (we'll make it through) Make everything alright (couldn't be, not you) Say it isn't so

You can get stomped by ObieYou thirty six year old bald headed fag, blow meYou don't know me, you're too old, let go, it's overNobody listens to technoNow let's go, just give me the signalI'll be there with a whole list full of new insultsI've been dope, suspenseful with a pencilEver since Prince turned himself into a symbolBut sometimes this shit just seemsEverybody only wants to discuss meSo this must mean I'm disgustingBut it's just me, I'm just obscene (yeah)Though I'm not the first king of controversyI am the worst thing since Elvis PresleyTo do Black music so selfishlyAnd use it to get myself wealthy (hey)There's a concept that worksTwenty million other white rappers emergedBut no matter how many fish in the seaIt'll be so empty without meNow this looks like a job for meSo everybody just follow me'Cause we need a little controversy'Cause it feels so empty without meI said, this looks like a job for meSo everybody just follow me'Cause we need a little controversy'Cause it feels so empty without meHum didi lalaLala, lalalaLala, lalalaLala, lalaHum didi lalaLala, lalalaLala, lalalaLala, lalaKids

She's speaking to me, speaking with her eyesI've grown so tired of chasing liesMother of Muses, wherever you areI've already outlived my life by farMother of Muses, unleash your wrathThings I can't see, they're blocking my pathShow me your wisdom, tell me my fatePut me upright, make me walk straightForge my identity from the inside outYou know what I'm talking aboutTake me to the river, release your charmsLet me lay down a while in your sweet, loving armsWake me, shake me, free me from sinMake me invisible, like the windGot a mind that ramble, got a mind that roamI'm travelin' light and I'm a-slow coming home

Hood BillionaireNigga need that quinineI'm making more with the baking soda, don't hate on meYou know where I'm at thoughI'm riding down Elvis Presley BLVDI'm riding down Elvis Presley BLVDGot the dog food, the soft nigga and the hardYou can tell them crackers they can go and get the dogsI'm riding down Elvis Presley BLVDRiding down Elvis Presley BLVDGot the boy, got the girl and I got the heartTell them pussy crackers they can bring the dogsI got Priscilla, I got PriscillaI got vanilla, boy, I got vanillaI been that nigga, I been that niggaI bend that corner, I'm stacking scrillaI'm riding down Elvis Presley BLVDI'm riding down Elvis Presley BLVDGot the dog food, the soft nigga and the hardYou can tell them crackers they can go and get the dogsMy face familiar, my face familiarHalf a milli for the whip, this bitch'll hurt your feelingsI could fly Priscilla, send her in the mailShe got Meek Milly cellphone in the county jailI'm at the car wash off on Elvis Presley BLVDThat nina hit your van, your ass gon' holla "good God"You feel that itch, you feel that itchThat heroin moving fast, boy, I'm getting richI'm riding down Elvis Presley BLVDI'm riding down Elvis Presley BLVDGot the dog food, the soft nigga and the hardYou can tell them crackers they can go and get the dogsRun up in the trap, I push the panic buttonLil' 'Toine snorting coke, he ain't scared of nothingBumping Playa Fly until a player dieCharged 'em for the nine gram, but I gave em fiveMy baking soda fine, I'm baking over dimesI got them brown bags, I bet they know it's mineI'm riding down Elvis Presley BLVDCan I park an airplane in a nigga yard?

I'd like a one-way ticket home, ticket homeWhere I can watch television, talk on the telephoneBut every town I wander there's a billboard on a throneTicket homeI want a ticket homeDoes anybody know my name, or recognize my faceI must have come from somewhere, but I can't recall the placethey dropped me at the matinee, they left without a traceTicket homeI want a ticket homeElvis Presley is the king, I was at his crowningMy life just flashed before my eyes, I must be drowningSeems like only yesterday I climbed aboard the planeRaping distance in the skies, while diving in champagneI would be in exile now, but everywhere's the sameTicket homeI want a ticket homeElvis Presley is the king, I was at his crowningMy life just flashed before my eyes, I must be drowningSeems like only yesterday I climbed aboard the planeRaping distance in the sky, while diving in champagneI would be in exile now, but everywhere's the sameTicket homeI want a ticket home

Come to take her home'Cause it's late and pastYour bedtimeWell past bedtimeAngelMy angelFly over meAngel...She took her lifeWithin her handsShe took her lifeWithin her own two handsAnd no one can tell herWhat to do nowAnd I believed in youI believed in youLike Elvis PresleySingin' live from Las VegasWhere did you go?

Elvis Presley cover song:You ask me how I love youWell I'll tell you trueUntil the twelfth of neverI'll still be loving youHold me closeNever let me goOh, oh hold me closeI love my heart like April snowI'll love you'Till the blue bellsForget to bloomAnd I'm gonna love you'Till the roses run out of perfumeAnd baby I'm gonna love you'Till the poets run out of things to rhyme, oh yeahUntil the twelfth of neverAnd that's a long long ti

Whoa, wait a minute, I'm ramblingBack to the matter at hand, it's Green LanternWith Elvis Presley, the selfish MCBack to ruin rap and destroy the industrySingle handedly and, oh man, did weYeah me and 50, Obie, me and TwizzyAnd Nelly and Missy and JiggaGod damn, it's all a plan devised by the Man, it's a conspiracyAgainst fake shit, and anybody who can't make hits or ain't dope lyricallySo fuck what you heard and what you read aboutWe ain't ruining rap, baby, we're just trying to weed it outShady in the place to be seeAnd I got what it takes to rock the mic rightStill keep talking shit to me punk'Cause your magazine's over in less than six monthsHahaShady RecordsStill AftermathAnd don't think we can hear you motherfuckers talking'Cause we can'tWe don't hear y'allSo we just gonna sit back for the rest of our livesWhile you ride our dicks

When you're the last one to knowWhat everybody knowsShame falls downWhen you're the last one to seeWhat everybody seesShame falls down like rain falls downLife is messyIt's starting to repress meTime and time againI think I'm gonna winAnd it blows up in my faceWhen your last hope is goneAnd you're feelin' so unableShame falls downWhen your heart won't open upAnd there's love left on the tableFame falls downLike rain falls downLife is messyIt's starting to distress meThey sell it in the pressThey smell it on your breathBut you keep on comin' cleanLife is messyI don't wanna go back homeThe streets are lined in rubbleA heart that's made of stoneCan lead you into troubleLife is messyIt's trying to depress meThey can kick you in the nutsThey can hit you where it hurtsDon't get down on your kneesLife is messyI feel like Elvis PresleyAt a very early ageThey put you in a cageAnd they push you out on stageLife is messy

Whoa, wait a minute, I'm ramblingBack to the matter at hand, it's Green LanternWith Elvis Presley, the selfish MCBack to ruin rap and destroy the industrySingle handedly and, oh man, did weYeah me and 50, Obie, me and TwizzyAnd Nelly and Missy and JiggaGod damn, it's all a plan devised by the Man, it's a conspiracyAgainst fake shit, and anybody who can't make hits or ain't dope lyricallySo fuck what you heard and what you read aboutWe ain't ruining rap, baby, we're just trying to weed it outShady in the place to be seeAnd I got what it takes to rock the mic rightStill keep talking shit to me punk'Cause your magazine's over in less than six monthsHahaShady RecordsStill AftermathAnd don't think we can hear you motherfuckers talking'Cause we can'tWe don't hear y'allSo we just gonna sit back for the rest of our livesWhile you ride our dicks