Lyrics:
it when I'm wit'chu, baby)
I, got a fetish for fuckin' you wit'cha skirt on
On the backstreet in the back seat of the Yukon
What's takin' so long?
I'm wit'chu baby)
I, got a fetish for fuckin' you wit'cha skirt on
On the backstreet in the back seat of the Yukon
What's takin' so long? I
beats and you been eatin em from me
Its like im sellin to a fiend out on the backstreet
Overcoming these obstacles aint no easy feat
I didnt say its
She was moving mountains for me and I couldn't even speak the truth
That's still real hard to chew
Convinced myself that I didn't choose
Boy what a fool
I'm parched, tryna get a drink, barmaid walked past
I'm like raa she's gotta be the prettiest member of staff by far
When I've played this show
or die my boy, gon head and take the oath
Right hand to the Bible, that I won't tell a soul
Cause if we get caught doing this, mane we going up the road
My
Midget Wanna hold to the 1st
Ima add interest
Yea ima go getter
Yeah yeah
You could Hit Dubb
Yea Ask if I'm Solid
Hit my boy Cliff
Yea ask if I'm Solid
dreams by oceans and by rivers
Like two running streams that never can touch
And the pupils in your eyes are not as big as they used to be
Oh I never
dreams by oceans and by rivers
Like two running streams that never can touch
And the pupils in your eyes are not as big as they used to be
Oh I never
with my day ones
All the fakes to the left
And real to the right
Got these little boys mugging hope they know that I can fight
Girls get chills when I
Looking away, is just an illusion
Turning my head, the other way
Walking by, trying to deny it
And moving on, I'm closing my eyes
And the kid
separatism of an all-boys school
I couldn't relate to girls, there were different rules
I just wanted to kiss girls, put my hand up their dress
They did right
Thing 4 U
Hook:
I’m not a Backstreet Boy or Nsync, I’m not a Jonas Brother but I can sing,
and Girl, I gotta Thing For You.
Beyoncé, Britney,
tooken
The New Kids on the Block sucked a lot of dick
Boy/girl groups make me sick
And I can't wait 'til I catch all you faggots in public
I'ma love
'd marry
You've been running round in my brain
I think you like to drive me insane
Making out in my truck by the lake
I ain't been the same since the day
to make it in this town
Ain't worth fighting for
The one who came as king
Left as clown
Gets swallowed by the storm
Camilla puts her son to sleep
whispers
Don't be a dummy and crash trying rob me
I make you run in that track meet
We spin your bend do da dash on a backstreet
Talk like 10 toes now he got
it's sour
Why I gotta do the
Backstreets when it's hotter?
Even though the boy smooth sellin' like Prada
(speak up)
The tool yellin' like, holla, y'heard
Posse
And then they signed the Backstreet Boys and Britney
It's a pop label, what the fuck they want with me?
Forget R. Kelly, I'ma do that rippin' out
Than a pornhub compilation
Can't deny
That the boy style intoxicating
I made it far because of God
I ain't sold to Satan
Yeah I'm reppin for my county
on the posters
I've just been grindin', I gotta stay focused
All of my niggas, they loaded
'Member them days I was ridin' in a Focus
Trappin' on the backstreet
the beat ride (hey, hey)
Now let the beat ride (hey, hey)
Now let the beat ride (hey, hey)
Now let the beat ride
I'm rolling
Through the backstreets
You said you never meant to stay
And you did, by design
New beginning is just the end of decay
Aren't you happy now
Oh how I hope you're enjoying
UNION SQUARE
By Tom Waits (1985 Jalma Music, ASCAP)
Well, time is always money,
For the boys on Union Square.
You can bust your ass 'till
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