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Madame Foo Foo (Dakota Staton) · The String Quartet Tribute to the Foo Fighters: Resident Adolescence (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Guitar Tribute to the Foo Fighters (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Foo Fighters (Foo Fighters) · Foo Fighters (Foo Fighters) · Foo Fighters (Foo Fighters) · Foo Fighters (Foo Fighters) · Foo Fighters [Bonus Tracks] (Foo Fighters) · Maximum Foo Fighters Audio Book (Foo Fighters) · The String Quartet Tribute to Foo Fighters: Ordinary Heroes (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 14 other albums »


night of sleeping, I woke up and I said to myself, "Mojo, Mojo, you
cannot judge a foo
foo by his haircut.  Can't just a book by it's cover, you can't
Scottie Pippen
Uh, but I ain’t trippin’ on your ass
I wonder what would you ever do if I went missin’ on your ass
Tunechi

And I know, I know that no one’s
get loud
If you wanna have fun and do something
If you wanna have fun and do something

Walk in the club with no ID
Girls on my jock cause I'm VIP
Your
get loud
If you wanna have fun and do something
If you wanna have fun and do something

Walk in the club with no ID
Girls on my jock cause I'm VIP
Your
party get loud
If you wanna have fun and do something
If you wanna have fun and do something

Walk in the club with no ID
Girls on my jock cause I
You can't control me tell me what to do
Chained in mediocrity so I can be like you
I'm not a statue not part of a machine
I'm sick and tired
party get loud
If you wanna have fun and do something
If you wanna have fun and do something

Walk in the club with no ID
Girls on my jock cause I
'll be the fighter
What if I fall (I won't let you fall)
What if I cry I promise I'll never make you cry
And if I get scared (I'll hold you tighter)
I do declare there were some times
When I was so lonesome
And I took some comfort there

In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade
You probably think that I hold resentment for you
But uh uh, oh no, you're wrong
'Cause if it wasn't for all that you tried to do, I wouldn't know
say to me, say to me
Say to me, this one's a fighter

Everybody put yo hands up
What we gonna do?
What we gonna do?
What we gonna do?
What we gonna do
flew the skyways, and honey wasn't made by the bee
If black was blue, if I was you, I'd come back to me

There's no way for you to know
How much that I
and died

Well, she took me by the ear
And said, what do you want to hear, boy
You want to hear those crazy old lies
I said nothing you can say girl
and cheating you probably think that
I hold resentment for you
But uh uh, oh no, you're wrong
'Cause if it wasn't for all that you tried to do, I wouldn't
Nigga up in this motherfucker
I mean I been fuckin' with this motherfuckin' burgundy carpet pimpin'
What about you pimpin', I mean I know you fuckin'
a fighter
And all the study in the world
Doesn't make it science

I've got a pick in my pocket does that make me a player
Words can't do, what action
a fighter
And all the study in the world
Doesn't make it science

I've got a pick in my pocket does that make me a player
Words can't do, what action
probably think that I hold resentment for you
But uh uh, no no, you're wrong
'Cause if it wasn't for all that you tried to do, I wouldn't know
Just how
Well I have in my pocket
A hurricane fighter plane
And it takes me where I want to go
It doesn't matter if it rains

It's my hurricane fighter
banger
And my homies is down so don't arouse my anger
Fool, death ain't nothing but a heart beat away
I'm living life do or die, what can I say?
I
earings in my pocket till I see you again

Clouds roll by laying up on the hill
Everything is still do you think we will
If we do there will be no turning
a pacifist, he's just a patriot
If I said you were crazy, would you have to fight me?

Fighters for liberty, fighters for power
Fighters for longer turns in
some other man
Now what else could I do, how could anyone blame me
He was standin' there smilin' with a gun in his ha-and

[Chorus]

She had
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him down
And cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame,
"I am
and jests
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest
When I left my home and my family
I was no more than a boy
In the company