Lyrics:
in the wind and the sea and sing along.
To whom it may concern
I've always tried to learn
That the good days need to last
Season with a lot
blushed
The wind hushed
Lush greens
Tropical feels
Overcast skies
Penning poems in the night
The stars whispered
These are the moments
That should be
Visualize with me
Hello, time out!
My name is Ray Conte
People call me The Count
cnd I'll prove that you want me
Demons can't haunt me
Chumps can't
in competition
my position
ain't for grabs
so button up your bra please
Pre Chorus
You keep blowin up my cell
huhhhh
(baghdad)
Like a rapper tryna get
seemed so far to go
So I headed up to Tahoe for a Christmas on the slopes
And I had fantasized about Christmas in this way
Curled up by a fireplace in
speak, I get her weak in the knees
Text messages unread, but by the looks he beggin' please
While she three-sheets to the wind, blowin' me and blowin
with the summer wind
Sunday school swag, that's just how I feel
Lil mama look by me, keep her toasted
Beauty like a rose, blooming the summer wind
(let's
the mockingbirds singing and the whippoorwill calls
Spanish moss on the Natchez Trace
Gulf wind blowin' wide across my face
French girls dancin' to a big bang
Some of us are aware that it's good for us to care
Some of us feel the icy wind of poverty blowin' in the air
For those of us who simply like
Some of us are aware that it's good for us to care
Some of us feel the icy wind of poverty blowin' in the air
For those of us who simply like
Of the railroad town
Where we cut through the fences
And over the crowd
Where wind was blowin'
Right through your hair
I dreamt that my momma
And daddy were
then
Just what they wanted
Whip it and flaunt it
Bringing the sauce then
I'm feelin like baby ray
So making some bacon mayne
Then break in their head
And put six through your hats, a seven 3/8's (come on)
Irv you ain't Suge Knight, you shook night
I put my knife in ya wind pipe and breeze
Knight
I put my knife in your wind pipe and breeze on the turnpike (the Evil genius)
You know and I know who took your chain
You got robbed two
Sensual seduction (oh)
I was all in the club (ay) havin' a drink, blowin' on a sweet
When I peeped this little freak out
I was all in the bar, wind
propers
Cop my double players
Cleo still hittin' 'till 38's pump and they up it
Yell it and could never by defunk-ed
I'm totemed in the fashionable flyers
have we burnt it all down?
Plumes of smoke, call it graveyard love
Walk behind me
Walk these hallways again
The greatest illusion in the X-ray wind
we burnt it all down?
Plumes of smoke, call it graveyard love
Walk behind me, walk these hallways again
The greatest illusion in the X-ray wind
a Little House on the Praerie
Leave 'fore Hurricane Ak come blowin in
All you motherfuckers best to breeze like the wind
Check the news forecast
I place
slams like a shotgun
You jump up to your feet
But it's just the wind that's blowin' through those secrets that we keep
Made me want to want you
God
There's a blue rocking chair
Sittin' in the sand
Weathered by the storms and well oiled hands
It sways back and forth with the help of the winds
There's a blue rocking chair, sittin' in the sand
Weathered by the storms and well oiled hands
It sways back and forth with the help of the winds
Sittin' down at a rhythm review
Roll over Beethoven, they rockin' in two by two
Well, if you feel and like it
Go get your lover, then reel and rock it
Sittin' down at a rhythm review
Roll over Beethoven, they rockin' in two by two
Well, if you feel and like it
Go get your lover, then reel and rock it
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