Goin down to blueberry hill
Gonna get a new set of wheels
To bring a bribe by the way of the walk
That's right I'm going, to blueberry hill
So come here to right your wrongs
The few there are
So come up next to me boy and we'll
We'll have a cigar
Well I trip till it's Sunday
Sunup to sundown
Ya I feel it come
Ya I know it will
That's right I'm going 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
Your licking your lips
So don't try to tell me
To up and split
So say it's been quite the stint
With your tears on my head
But I ain't throwing a fit
I got 2 band-aids and a scrape to fix
E-gotta get get going but before I'm gone
I want you to know that I won't 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
That's right I'm going, to blueberry hill
Well I trip till it's Sunday
Sunup to sundown
Don't ask who they are
Or where they've been
That's right we're going 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 killed a man
Just for his gum
So say it's been quite the stint
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 id do it again
I try to get get it
Back all over again
Only for it to slip 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