Lyrics:
It's the last country song by
The last country band
In the last honky tonk in the world
It's the last country dance on
The last hardwood floor
For
what you think
Pass the 40 right by me
Cause you know I don't drink
I remain sober when I drop a hit
But I put gum in my ass cause I like to pop shit
honey come on in" - female singer
That they baby girls know, we ain't forget about you word up
She understand my hustle, and the black man family
[MARK]
Fade In On Mark
Who's Still In The Dark
[ROGER]
But He's Got Great Footage
[MARK]
Which He's Cut Together
[ROGER]
To Screen Tonight
[MARK]
In
favorite band.
by chance they were in town
the same night as the cools.
i said 'don't you like us jen?,
she said 'yes but i love them''
so i cut class that
We are the L E the K I D
we are the palest pop band in history
We got inspired w didn't steal
The "around the world" with daft punk feel
Here's
and backstage passes
Jacket held together by the rock band patches
They let her smoke but she can't have matches
After last week's pyro disaster
She'd like me
a lamb
Blicky get stuck in a jam
You could get jugged, lil' boy
It's 50 for half a gram
I get to briefs, I get to the bands
I'm in Dubai, lil' bitch, I get
Desmond has a barrow in the market place
Molly is a singer in the band
Desmond says to Molly, "Girl, I like your face"
And Molly says this as she
just like us
I am the singer in the band
We're only trying to lend a hand
And though it's not what we had planned
We understand
That we just
the heart of a warrior
By the blood of the Lamb
In the name of the King
Will you stand with the band of survivors
Hand in hand 'til the end of the day
Taking
heard in quite some time. It's rare that any band, Christian or secular, with a name such as "Satan Destroyer" can live up to the hype implied by its
heard in quite some time. It's rare that any band, Christian or secular, with a name such as "Satan Destroyer" can live up to the hype implied by its
You Thatcherites by name, lend an ear, lend an ear
You Thatcherites by name, lend an ear
You Thatcherites by name, your faults I will proclaim
you, but
Whatever you identify as
My fingerprint will never identify you
Boy I got my thumb in the ink
Tell me what y'all think
I'ma leave a mark in this
the long sad dread
That reminds me that all loved ones soon will be dead.
This is why I spend so much time making love to you
In your arms I was searching
the gang and them
Huh yeah
They like who brought the singer in
Yeah yeah
Gone off the drank I'm lit
Pass the blunt I'm smoking shit
Nigga out here rolling
he bouta give a proposal
That is because he got shot in the knee
I rather run nigga I will not drive
Cause You know that I'm African I run on feet
that's
Surrounded by smoke
In a trailer in the middle of hell
Nobody know it's the junkyard hannibal lec
Snatch the first grabbable tec
And look for any
on the road yeah
Ima spend these bands on the road
Ima spend these bands on the road (The road)
Talk about falling in love tripped I already fell out (Fell)
I
skill tank is empty and my shit is full
Went to school unleaded
No one in this world ever said it, get beheaded by the crew dreaded
MC dicer,
cried
A voice from deep inside
Said you gotta carry on
And on and
We are brothers of the Southland
Singers in the same band
Spirits on the wind
the studio man it's a hit!
Back in the studio and do the remix!
I'm in the Mark five with a bad chick!
Hop out five paparazzi goin flick!
Come on!
Hold
:]
So they sat as time went by
[Haylie:]
Slowly as time could go
[Singers:]
The baby blarred, and softly cursed
[Stewie:]
Cause her lips, and her
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