Lyrics:
version of me
Got excited of traveling towards the end
Every moment we are dying yet born again
Tomorrow is not guaranteed
Still we act as if we disagree
Or take offense by this
Decision i loved working with you
Again you're a brilliant musician
Songwriter and I have the utmost respect for
You on top of all
expialadope Chip
When the mic is gripped in ridobidobip bip da be bong de dang, Bo
'Cause worries and boderations when I raps it up again and again but not
the weight that falsely portrays my grin
Just another case of alienation
So I play Best Friends by you and Kristoff Krane and then
Feeling somewhat sane
Before
the harder way to get it
Like Timothy yEAH! You grind hard
Then you shine hard
I'm balling the rapper version
Of LeBron dawg i be fresher than a nigga on
His
Peaked at # 2 in 1940, with competing versions by Dinah Shore at # 17 and by Bobby Byrne
at # 19
Later charted by Perry Como (duet with Eddie
car
Blowing horns like Miles Davis
At the pearly gate, God let me in
Give me a room by Aaliyah with ESPN
I know I got more sins than two lesbians
Been
Used to cop it by the sheet, take it home, get to chopping
My whip was a piece of shit needed to loot to get it fixed
Plus I wanted to glist the wrist
Wherever we are we're staying late we're gonna play 'til we can't stand
Long days, long nights time and time again
Might come back home with two black
again
The time is tickin' and you don't have time for penitence
People passing by they look at me regretfully
Stealing faces from a super cool celebrity
A plastic bag and an empty cart
Is all that's left of a lonely heart
That once was carved into a park bench
In Father Demo's square
Cars drive
by a bad ass bitch? (Yeah that's me) Hm?
Now Super Socka with Gin and Seagrams and sweet and sour
Sippin, suckin on my sausage gave the stripper some
of eponymousness
While in a landslide even further from anonymous bliss
Since all you seem to know is a 7 by 3
Blue light display rectangular version of me
I hope
like
Free how I felt when I stood by your side
Free, what I thought was the price
Lies, how many nights were we blind?
How many nights did we cry?
How
again, and this time not by accident
I left part of myself back on your pull-out couch
This wine inside a box is telling me to do a shot again
Pack
of you
And I'll always find you again and again
And I'll love every version of you
And you're never truly gone
As long as a part of you in me lives
that Im so stressed
But Im so blessed uh, uh
Its in my chest uh, uh
Its put to rest uh, uh
Who I is thats who I am
Its 2 AM Im lost again
Tryna figure
There She Goes - Clementine Duo
(original version by The La’s)
There she goes
There she goes again
Racing through my brain
And I just can't contain
I want to ask
What's in your mind
But I'm scared to know
That is not me
Lie to me and tell me that I'm the one
That heals you every time
Fine by me
version too if you
I hope this doesn't go away
Because giving it a second chance
It's hard to try again but I'm doing it anyway
You make my smile so wide
help that
There's a version of myself
I wanna scream at
Like Just get the hell away
And never come back
In my head again
I'm off my medicine
Stuck
Yeah
Aye
I had this one hoe, she the bitch version of a scrub
Why would I give this shit to you, when I just got it out the mud
I don't know where
Things I heard were severe
But what I saw was clear
You kept sleepin' at your friends but all of your stuff was here
The more time that went by the more I
throwing out at me
In comparison to generic version of myself is gonna get you In trouble if that's what you want then that's what you Gon get if you gonna
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