Lyrics:
last week when you left town
I was tweakin' by myself one night that's when I wrote this tune
Didn't have no need for that bed in my hotel room
Sometimes
Night"
On this holy holiday eve!
All the kids are so good
Go to bed when they should
Mustn't take any chances tonight!
They will sleep with a smile
and vaudefillian famous
For singing "Swannee"
Written with words by Irving Ceasar
And music by Ira
Gershwin in 1919 became a big hit for
Jolson in 1920 and was
I'm a walking migraine
A fool dressed in chains
Unstable membrane
Hop on the freight train
I'm leaving chemtrails
On the bed sheets
In your Gmail
Cuz
cheeks, so clearly, I will see
In "I love you"
When I live in skin, bounded by a dome
That breaks each sonder like a dust cloud
There's a whirlpool
I'll talk to you tomorrow, I'm goin' to bed
AGHH.....AGHHH
Prince: Jeff! Jeff! ..........Jeff, answer me, Jeff!
Freddy: I'm your D.J. now, Princy...HA HA
and kick it, she's a goodie two-shoe?
Yeah, right, daddy got bread
Like J. Holiday, I wanna put you to bed
Tell me your girlfriends, kicks, don't let it
I'm making the trappers wanna
Get their pots out
Go to LA I'm dabbin' on wax
And I'm dabbin' on Santa Fe
Now everyday a migo holiday
Came from trappin'
Just Dance
RedOne konvict
Gaga (Oh oh, eh)
I've had a little bit too much, much
(Oh, oh, oh oh)
All of the people start to rush
(Start to rush by
time for shade
Takin' a break
I'm on holiday
Takin' time off to decide what it is I really need
Lookin' straight ahead and I can't believe, I got
You don't have the time, but I don't have my head
Time was all we ever had
January came around to end the holidays
February, March getting warmer by
I decided not to jump into bed with her. She's the free spirit. I'm the nerd
Bright morning star
Exemplar seminar my client was waiting in the back
talk to you tomorrow, I'm goin' to bed
Jeff! Jeff! Jeff, answer me, Jeff
I'm your D.J. now, Princy ha ha ha
Chorus: (J.Holiday)
Baby I won't tell
If you don't want me to
Cause I gotta thing for you
L do anything for ya
(Girl anything for you)
Baby I won't
and kick it, she's a goodie two-shoe?
Yeah, right, daddy got bread
Like J. Holiday, I wanna put you to bed
Tell me your girlfriends, kicks, don't let it
to the socks
I ain't switchin' up shit, on God, but a Glock (damn)
J's at the door, they ain't even gotta knock
Shit beatin' at the door, when it jumped out
louder in our ears Louder in our ears every night
We were all somewhat out of school Jersey by birth, relaxing but not on a holiday An appalling amount
holiday
Daddy rocking his speedo
Baby rock a teenie meenie
Dongadongdongdong
The yellow polka dot bikini
Daddy kicking fucking back
Chillin' by
From the moment I go to bed 'till I wake up
All day, this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah)
So I go straight at opponents' heads with this
Back on the road again
I had a little woman in Memphis
She wanted to be my bride
She said, settle on down, traveling man
You can stay right by my
beard's stickin' out
Y'all don't want no witness shit, we squeeze hammers mang
Bullets breeze by you, like Lousiana mang...
But I gotta feed Tianna
to light the way
Remember a holiday in a north of England town
You slept in a room upstairs on a bed of eiderdown
Mary Skeffington, when you wake
You
Now I have a story that I'd like to tell
About this guy you all know him, he had me scared as hell!
He comes to me at night after I crawl into bed
it when I passed you
There's an ache in you
Put there by the ache in me
But if it's all the same to you
It's the same to me
So we could call it
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