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Stay Daddy Stay (Nikka Costa) · Stay Poor.Stay Happy. (Cub Country) · Carnival of Carnage (Insane Clown Posse) · Misanthropic Carnage (Severe Torture) · Goremageddon: The Saw and the Carnage Done (Aborted) · Wacken Carnage (Bloodbath) · Works of Carnage (Krisiun) · Carnival of Carnage (Insane Clown Posse) · Ski Wintergrooves - Mixed by Carnage (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Carnival of Carnage (Insane Clown Posse) – and 90 other albums »


man
There is rubble where I stand
I'll be the one
You can kiss his vase until the end of the month
And if you should see me passing by
Do not
why d'you disagree?

Take me away cos I just don't want to stay
And the lies you make me say
Are getting deeper every day
These are crazy days but they
'm not free"
"Tonight I'm gonna stay at home and watch my TV"

I don't build my world 'round no single man
But I'm (she's) gettin' by, doin' what I (she)
stayed

In my bed, back at home
Watching TV alone
Where I'd put on some porn
Or have sex on the phone
Far from people I hate
Down from anywhere
'm not free"
"Tonight I'm gonna stay at home and watch my TV"

I don't build my world 'round no single man
But I'm (she's) gettin' by, doin' what I (she)
"Tonight I'm gonna stay at home and watch my TV"

I don't build my world 'round no single man
But I'm (she's) gettin' by, doin' what I (she) can
I (she
oohhh oh yeah 
From the bottom to the top
I got 'em 
In Miami
This is where I stay (ooh yea)
Oooohhh oh ohhh oh yea
From the bottom to the top
I
about tomorrow
When it gets dark
I'll follow your star

Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na
Our love is all that I believe in
And here
I'll stay
where I go I still come back to you, to you. 
No matter where I go I still come back to you.

So let me hear you say (na na na na na), 
woah oh (na na
home honey now

Na na na na na na
'Cause your mama won't like me.
I like music loud and I stand out in a crowd

By doing everything I know I
always gonna stay 'pon top, always

[T.I.]
Pull up in a blue coupe that's damn near clear
And Polo gear that won't drop 'til next year
Be like this
where I am
I'm feeling I'm a goner, I'm feeling I'm a goner
I'm feeling I'm a goner and I
Got my bed made so long, sweet dreams
Fuchsia butterflies
me home honey now

Na na na na na na
''cause your mama won't like me.
I like music loud and I stand out in a crowd

By doing everything I know I
Yeah..)
One, two!
This'll get you out, of your money
This'll pick you up, let's go!
We'll take a ride, going south where her mother writes
For bad news
Na Na
'Cos your manma won't like me

I like my music loud, and I stand out in a crowd
By doing everything I know I shouldn't do
So when you hold
Alone
Na na na na na
Alone
Na na na na na
I know (listen up)
Questions cloud my head with why
Tears on my pillow as I cry
Makes no sense for us too
Oh na na na na na na na na na na na na
Oh na na na na na na na na

How can I love this bitch?
And at the same time scream fuck this bitch
be	
But you niggas gon' get in 'til you get to Miami

G-L-C goin' be stoned as Angie
I be Don see, Johnny Patron, and me
It's a celebration
niggaz gon' get in 'til you get to Miami

GLC gon' be stoned as Angie
I be Don see, Johnny Patrone and me
It's a celebration, bitches, more bottles
Mhmm

Back where we left off
Watch you take your dress off
I've been by myself remembering you
Your body hurts me
Loopin' 'round like CCTV
In all
Mhmm

Back where we left off
Watch you take your dress off
I've been by myself remembering you
Your body hurts me
Loopin' 'round like CCTV
In all
fo'? 
Skin copper na na stay proper who could stop her? 
Nothin'. Hey do a somersault 

All that platinum s*** you bought? 
N****, f*** you thought,
they mad at me fo'?
Skin copper, na-na stay proper, who could stop her?
Nothin'. Hey, do a somersault
All that platinum shit you bought?
Nigga, fuck
be	
But you niggas gon' get in 'til you get to Miami

G-L-C goin' be stoned as Angie
I be Don see, Johnny Patron, and me
It's a celebration
clean, raw stay fresh
You know those must be 87's in them jeans (i guess)
I Bought 'em in Miami ship 'em hoes up to Duval
Must of had 20 chicken-heads