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För Sent För Edelweiss (Håkan Hellström) · Live För Dig (Lars Winnerbäck) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · Känn Ingen Sorg för Mig Göteborg (Håkan Hellström) · Jag Är Inte Rädd För Mörkret (Kent) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · Playlist: The Very Best of Ray Parker Jr. (Ray Parker Jr.) · Playlist: The Very Best of Ray Parker Jr. (Ray Parker Jr.) · The Best of Ray Parker Jr. [Japan 2004] (Ray Parker Jr.) · The Best of Ray Parker Jr. & Raydio (Ray Parker Jr.) – and 90 other albums »


know what I mean
We sat there for a minute listening to the crickets
Thinkin' this is pretty hard to beat
Til Jr stood up spit in the fire
Said boys
know what I mean
We sat there for a minute listening to the crickets
Thinkin' this is pretty hard to beat
Till Jr. stood up spit in the fire
Said
what you've got, make them all believers
For God sake boy, tip your hat to the teacher

Kris Kristofferson - Help Me Make It Through The Night; Bob
And you slide right into the promised land
'Cause this could be the night
And this could be the gate
Everybody's waitin' for you darlin'
So don't be
picked up on Lucille, started singin' blues

Well, now when I'm payin' my dues
Maybe you don't know what I mean when I say payin' my dues
I mean when
waitin' there for me
I looked across the table and I saw the sweetest face
And she smiled at me and then I heard to say
Do you want sugar in your coffee
yo be loadin trips and sowin
Ya knowin, throw a fancy hover in the drowin
It's kinda pleasin a ray, so baby sit, no thank you heasin
Sneazin, now what
the Ray Phantom off of raw fish
My main bitch is like Bonnie Parker
My side bitch is like Clyde Barrow
They start to shoot you up shit's creek without
like 'na mean?'
Go to school every day, except for when he play hookey
That's the days he play bookey
If I don't study I'ma cheat off Peter Parker
waitin' on
I'll be right back
Told you it wouldn't take long
Fuck wit my cash
I'm gettin' in ya ass
Like Beyoncé thong
Black out the Porsche drillin'
about what you might have been,
Who needs controlling when they've got the cathode ray?
They've got your fucking soul, now they'll fuse your brains
And doin' what other people say

Well I've drooled and fooled and been ridiculed
For havin' dreams just above my reach
And I've lied and died and tried
And doin' what other people say

Well I've drooled and fooled and been ridiculed
For havin' dreams just above my reach
And I've lied and died and tried
I know you're sick and tired of waitin' on me, girl
But I'm just tryin' to get my money right
Soon as I'm done, we can take a flight
So I can take
like 'na mean?'
Go to school every day, except for when he play hookey
That's the days he play bookey
If I don't study I'ma cheat off Peter Parker
said 'Okay!'
Heard you was messin with Ray J, you did a flick is what they say
I ain't even wanna look at the tape until P.Diddy said Press Play
waitin' on
I'll be right back
Told you it wouldn't take long
Fuck wit my cash
I'm gettin' in ya ass
Like Beyoncé thong
Black out the Porsche drillin'
me on my vacation?
Speakin' on the phone in an aggravatin' tone
Now I know what Michael meant by leave me alone
So I'm askin' who is it?
game is Crystal Lake, what you need, I'll get you weight
How you want it, cooked or uncooked
Bagged or unbagged
Quick jackin' my swag, fag
You know Rell,
game is Crystal Lake, what you need, I'll get you weight
How you want it, cooked or uncooked
Bagged or unbagged
Quick jackin' my swag, fag
You know Rell,
Throughout the years 'n months 'n days
When life used to pass by in a daze
And I was posted simply gettin faded, just waitin
Livin life with the eye for
the club by the speaker
Waitin for you rappers to choke up then I eat ya
like some prehistoric winged creature, AHHH!
On your neck, like the American
[Jamie Foxx]
Oh yeah

[Chorus: Jamie Foxx]
I know you're sick and tired of waitin' on me girl
But I'm, just tryin' to get my money right
So let
Throughout the years 'n months 'n days
When life used to pass by in a daze
And I was posted simply gettin faded, just waitin
Livin life with the eye for
Hmm, you tryin'a get some good fame ain't cha?
Hmm, you tryin'a slang in the rain ain't cha?
Hmm, you tryin'a save for the Range ain't cha?
Hmm,