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twirling my pistol and throwing my money around
Blinded by anger, I jacked the lever and one of them fell to the ground
Amanda's got silent like night in
Well the Mezcal is free in Amanda's saloon
For the boys from the old Broken O
Saturday nights in the town of Sonora
Are the best in all Mexico
pistols and throwing my money around
Blinded by anger, I jacked the lever and one of them fell to the ground
Amanda's got silent like night in
pistols and throwing my money around
Blinded by anger, I jacked the lever and one of them fell to the ground
Amanda's got silent like night in the desert,
pistols and throwing my money around
Blinded by anger, I jacked the lever and one of them fell to the ground
Amanda's got silent like night in the desert,
pistols and throwing my money around
Blinded by anger, I jacked the lever and one of them fell to the ground
Amanda's got silent like night in
love you?
I'm gonna take you by surprise
And make you realize, Amanda
I'm gonna tell you right away
I can't wait another day, Amanda
I'm gonna say
love you?
I'm gonna take you by surprise
And make you realize, Amanda
I'm gonna tell you right away
I can't wait another day, Amanda
I'm gonna say
Let me tell you 'bout this girl, maybe I shouldn't
I met her in Philly and her name was brown sugar
See, we be making love constantly
That's why
Let me tell you 'bout this girl, maybe I shouldn't
I met her in Philly and her name was brown sugar
See, we be making love constantly
That's why
But you'll never listen to me
(Amanda, Amanda)
(Amanda, Amanda)
(Amanda, Amanda)
(Amanda, Amanda)
I think we could have a real good time
If we
Amanda's home
I'll be there soon
It's a picture-perfect love
You know I've pictured far too much
Amanda says she has to leave
Her eyes are on a med degree
I
money, that i.r.s can tax money you dig me
Just made a hundred of that brown paper bag money
I thank god for the meal he prepared for me
Taking my fam
brown paper bag money
This for my strippers getting black plastic bag money
We're talking that bad money, that I.R.S can tax money you dig me
[Rick
come up to me
(yo)
Talking, talking the... you know what I mean
(yo, niggas can't front on the uptown nigga)
Yo, you know how, you know you know you know
'm on the line (Nope)
Yea she on a line (Sniff)
And she do it all the time (GOG)
Yea I'm on the line
You are not fucking with me
Cuz all of my niggas are gripping
money, that i.r.s can tax money you dig me
Just made a hundred of that brown paper bag money
I thank god for the meal he prepared for me
Taking my fam
You are my yin
I'm your yang
I'm always talk-talking too much
Well you're always listening so genuinely
I'm sorry that I didn't have a chance to say
brown overcoat
They never said your name
But I knew just who they meant
I was so surprised and shocked
And I wondered, too
If by chance you heard
Yeah, its about you
But it ain't for you
I fell in love with a
Brown hair, Brown skin
I fell in love with a
Brown hair, Brown skin
I fell in love
in the past
You are a young woman now
About to crush a boys heart
But you will find true love I know
Your best time is about to start
Amanda, Amanda
to hold me now
The nights are so unkind
Bring back those nights when I held you beside me
Unbreak my heart
Say you'll love me again
Undo this hurt
you excited? (crowd: cheering)
Are you ready?
Okay then, here we go!
When you want that job, I say now what you gonna do?
(Gonna brown nose. Gonna
you are by my side
We may not be perfect
But you're perfect for me
Amanda, you're my everything
Two years later
Got a house with you
Making plans for
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