Lyrics:
diamonds in the light
And we're standing side by side
As your shadow crosses mine
What it takes to come alive
It's the way I'm feeling I just can't
can't find myself
Lost in the middle of bland
Don't nobody play nowadays all these digital bands
Ain't nobody musicians no more lyrical cats
How can we go
final years of dues
The voice in his throat was like a bullfrog croak
Yes it's he who invented the blues.
"To play the blues, boy, you got to live
and the fine hands down
You ain't running shit
But the circus, you're a clown
I got red dots
See if you can dodge beams
You're like Marberry
No one wants you
every scene by heart,
they all went by so fast
If he's passin' back this way,
I'm not that hard to find
Tell him he can look me up if he's got
fly guy, I'm in love with you
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by the name, Lois
miss you, babe
It's complicated and stupid
Got my ass squeezed by sexy Cupid
Guess he wants to play, wants to play
A lovegame, a lovegame
Hold me
to ninety-nine
Even if you show up by yourself
You don't have to be alone
'Cause when they play that swing it only means one thing
You're gonna boogie till
all that good stuff it'll be allright won't it?
Hey, by the time you've got this lot in your hands, by the way, we shall have been in the studio working
fly guy, I'm in love with you
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by the name, Lois
MMMBop
You have so many relationships in this life
Only one or two will last
You're going through all this pain and strife
Then you turn your back
parade high
Now you're free to fly
You've gotta lay that burden down
You're gonna lay that burden down
It's time to leave your burdens in a pyre
play games with me, I've got infected hanging on my shoes cutting by this morning
I'm not feeling well
But it's true, we are the Wright Brothers
We are
on the wall and
All you got is plaque on your teeth
If you and me happen to beef
I'll catch you at the red light
The shotgun, shotgun in the passenger seat
You
you're part of the band
Maybe it's best if you just warm up the van
You've got a face for radio, it's the only way you're going to play
We don't want
with the clique
TYT
Got the 9 milli by the dick
I'm
Gonna pull the strap
Cock it back, and get to gunnin
If you ain't runnin' you get it first
Bitch
I'm
start up a rioting, try to stop it or silence it
You're not gonna, might as well just hit the block in your joggin' attire in
Boston, across
Well my momma met my daddy down in Alabama
They tied the knot so here I am
Born on the bayou on the Texas Line
Loved in Louisiana and raised
gonna have to drop
RAAH!
And not only that!
Step, Step, Step, Step, Step off
Because you got to get lost because you know you're soft (ha, ha!)
Step,
gonna have to drop
RAAH!
And not only that!
Step, Step, Step, Step, Step off
Because you got to get lost because you know you're soft (ha, ha!)
Step,
(you're on the line girl)
Hey DJ (on the request line girl)
Play a record by my favorite band
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from
gotta drive that hard work
You question why you're circussing around the circle of 5ths at 2am
It's so you can play that phrygian dominant scale in every
rebuttals for real
Ya chick a thot, she lick the cock
Then gave scar to my man
Have four balls in her hand
She got jugglin' skills
But stop by ya spot
and the crowd gets loud,
I'm gonna let her go
And if it feels right, I'll stay all night
If you're not ready to go, if no one's ready to go
I'll play one more
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