Lyrics:
Lately the tension's rising;
this love is not ok.
Girl, honestly, I think we're both to blame.
What if I let you write this,
what if you had
Plain Jane Lyrics
Written by Bob Johnston, Michael Lunn, Donnie Van Zant and Johnny Van Zant
Ah, tell 'em about it Darlin'.
Here we go.
She's
pillow and sand for my bed
For better or worse I left him for dead
But two rivers to each other run
Words that shook me like the kick of a gun
Had
In the Petrified day
with the strollers in the park
and the radio plays
from the top twenty chart
watch the workers go by
holding hands in the sun
pulled up and I sat in the waiting room
Is this shit all a set up, it's debatable
If I get confronted by the police
I just want a massage, I am not here
funk or die. See we the ones that bring the funk so put a hump in ya back and shake ya rump. And to my girls out there shake ya dairier, mini skirts,
a princess no pauper
Like a girl without a father
And now I see it was always me
Riddled with insecurity
Hit the ground running
But I wasn't prepared for
I'm blind to this and numb to that.
I know a girl who draws happy faces on everything she writes.
She doesn't Fool me, I've seen her bag of troubles –
dress, spicy, shawty was wasabi
Calling me papi, I love it
Infamous lil ting I was deep before she mobbed me
Took another girl to a party
Night ended in
Verse
sun so high sky so blue
and everything that reminds me of you
but theres a darker side of this world
maybe a brighter side unfurls
was a happy
baby, I'm searchin' for my baby,
Searchin' for my baby and my baby still can't be found
Sad but true story about a good girl
Tricked and fooled, by her
and lose control
Ride the wave
Become a slave
Full control baby
On the road baby
Road to riches, diamond rings
Chains, everything is wrong
But it's
There was a man who wasn't happy with his life
He had almost everything he wanted
But still he wants more
He wants my life
He wants my body and my
bitch feel the vibrations like old Markly-Marl
We live so filthy that the dirt gone stay//
Your girl blow my brains out like Kirk-Cobain----mannnnn!!!
house side in Cali
Spot in A-T-L, but I be out there Bally
Cause I live in the H, and got hoes round the globe
Stacking up you want, I'm getting doe by
Never do what they do
Demon praise Jesus
Jesus, Jesus
Pray away and grateful-ness
Real life, me and my niggas feelin', blessed
Under pressure but we
five thousand
Now he stunting imma drink the dusay stomach
Man, shit crazy
Baby girl sucking mean dick, but she lazy
I made a quarter M this year, I
everything I spent
It's so hard for me to keep these bitches off me like lint
Pistol whippin' with the glizzy, man, this bitch gon' leave a dent
Turn
thank you god
baby girl just take me by the hand
now it’s time for you to decide where we land
tell me where do you wanna go then
with everything we’ve
Everything he'd say
Is this thing working?
Is this thing on?
Is this thing working?
Is this thing on?
And then one day some kid
He'd beat up a couple times
off everything I’d have to dry clean.
Let the surf roll over me.
Even That far south the ocean’s cold.
Felt cold but meant to me.
I know for sure
[Sample:]
Love is as well gone
As sunny sunny days
[Hook x2: Game]
Yeah I'm addicted to slugs
I can tell by your pearl handle you know how to treat
north with his martin
And everything we'd saved in Coldwater Tennessee
Rusted dreams turn gold in Nashville
The stars ride high and the satellites
From jazz and cocktails
The girls I knew had sad and sullen grey faces
With distant gay traces
That used to be there
You could see where they've
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