Lyrics:
Well it's too much time in the sun
Have you ever wanted to try
When everything's going right by
Don't need another perfect stranger
Driving
(Bop-ba-do, bop-ba-do-be-do)
(Bop-by-do, bop-ba-do-be-do)
You gotta get the rhythm if you're gonna rock
You gotta get a-movin' and don't stop
know, no
If he can't go to heaven,
Maybe, I don't want to go, Lord.
Picture me in the key of E,
Call me Uncle John
Any fool can easily see that
Burr, I've gotta go
But
Decisions are happening over dinner
Two Virginians and an immigrant walk into a room
Diametric'ly opposed, foes
way
Bad girl, drunk by six
Kissing some kind stranger's lips
Smoked too many cigarettes today
I'm not happy, I'm not happy, this way
I don't
show you what I'm made of
Can't bring myself to let you go
Don't want to cause you any pain
But I love you just the same
And you'll always be my baby
In
bein' a
Litterbug"
He looked at me and said, "kid, we don't like your kind! We're gonna send
Your fingerprints off to Washington"!
And, friends,
Lights up on Washington Heights, up at the break of day
I wake up and I got this little punk I gotta chase away
Pop the grate at the crack of dawn
way
Bad girl, drunk by six
Kissing some kind stranger's lips
Smoked too many cigarettes today
I'm not happy, I'm not happy, this way
I don't
I cut ties wit her for the night
Jus to come by and fuck you for the night
Heard you got a man
But he don't do you right
So you came to me
Promise
will not show us the Grail, we shall take your
castle by force!
GUARD: You don't frighten us, English pig-dogs! Go and boil your
bottoms, sons
the sub-frame
Blinded by electron cloud, projectiles down
Quatrocentro quality lines, aint know he had the jam the cut
The shit with filling, rhymes is Washington
no, no, no, no
When you got to go, you got to go
You can't stand still on freedom's track
If you don't go forward, you go back
You can't giddyup by
.45 carryin'
Where I'm from ain't far from Washington Heights to cop Aryan
A rookie boy, the cookie didn't make no profit
A stranger to the block, I
(The crispy treats are stale)
You know she got cake like a bakery
I lick my lips because her pussy savory
I carry Washingtons don't fuck with slavery
Swavy
By: Luvinnia Flowers
Sway, sway,
Sway, sway,
Sway, sway,
wooo, wooo
wooo, wooo
Sway, sway,
Sway, sway,
sway, sway
We bout to turn
I don’t want us to be strangers (strangers)
I don’t want us to be strangers
I don’t want us to be strangers
I don’t want us to be strangers
Why you
these strangers
Every night a different woman doing the same shit
But, you don't even call anymore
And you don't even care
So who am I to love anyone?
Taxed and regulated by the federal government.
I’m gonna call up a talk show
I’m gonna give ‘em a piece
I don’t give a damn about Iran
Or the Middle
and it's not yours
No stranger to tasting my own lies
And my tongue feels so coarse
And I'm no stranger to strangers
I say hi, you walk by, I'm clinically
(Bop-ba-do, bop-ba-do-be-do)
(Bop-by-do, bop-ba-do-be-do)
You gotta get the rhythm if you're gonna rock
You gotta get a-movin' and don't stop
The stranger in the manger
Let's go, Larissa
The stockings are up on the fireplace
What else is up?
The suicide rates
The temperature of the earth heats
Who
Hmm yeah, she said like
I'm taken by a stranger
I don't know where we go
May be there's too much opium
I want it you to know
That I'm taken by
tread on us and try to run our lives
Now it don't matter where you go
Everybody would like to know
Can Washington DC run a store? (No)
Is there a soul
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