Lyrics:
team (huh?)
Sittin' courtside, not the nosebleeds (not the nosebleeds)
She right on my wood like Ginobli
All up on my wood like Ginobli
Your girl out
I seen the light, yeah
D-d-d-die about me
Oh she, it can't be defined by me
When I set it in motion
Never question the motive
Mhm, mhm
compare
To the girl sittin' by my side
Saturday night at the movies
Who cares what picture you see
When you're huggin' with your baby
In the last row
compare
To the girl sittin' by my side
[Chorus]
billionaire
Putting on a party like a Hollywood guy
With all the food and wine that his money could buy
The band came in arguing as usual
About nothing in
Psychic spies from China try to steal your mind's elation
And little girls from Sweden dream of silver screen quotation
And if you want these kind
Psychic spies from China try to steal your mind's elation
And little girls from Sweden dream of silver screen quotation
And if you want these kind
Psychic spies from China
Try to steal your mind's elation
Little girls from Sweden
Dream of silver screen quotations
And if you want these kind
Man we up all night fuckin by the Hollywood sign
Yeah got smacked up
Everytime she backed up
Didn't know there was room in the back
Of the lack
Let me tell you 'bout a girl I know
Met her walking down a uptown street
She's so fine you know I wished she was mine
I get shook up every time we
Girl you really got me feenin
I threw myself in the deep end
For your love I be craving
I think my body needs saving by you
Moment of silence to be with
leavin'
Now the days go by so fast
And it's one more day up in the canyons
And it's one more night in Hollywood
If you think that I could be forgiven I
(Dream on, dream on teenage queen prettiest girl we've ever seen)
There's a story in our town
Of the prettiest girl around
Golden hair and eyes
on Jambalaya
Now before I could walk I had a guitar in my hand
By the time I could talk I had my own band
Went on the road when I was eight years old
When
just like a peach knee high
Backed by a bag of funjuns
And course I'ts going to smell like onions
Butt more so like pork and beans
Girl I don't know what
Ok
Now they say home is where the hate is
Pulling up, “Hi, haters!”
I know, I’ve been on a hiatus
Caught up in the lights I've been blinded by
I Love a Girl Who Parties
Lyrics and Spoken Text by Moy Eng and Music by Wayne Wallace
Spoken Text
Growing up in 1960's America
A traditional
he can tell that we blasters
If i hit you with this you gon need more than plaster
You hollywood fake, i can tell you an actor
She not from toronto no
tell that we blasters
If I hit you with this, you gon need more than plaster
You hollywood fake, I can tell you an actor
She not from toronto, no she not
G.I.
Rosie: He would gladly, face those bullets, for he's not afraid to die.
Girls: For he's a fine abstanding patriotic, healthy normal American boy.
a caffeine high
Now you could be the Honor, In somebody's society
You could be saved, by, Ruby's Well
Or you could run around, with somebody like, Kate
With
Oh yo
Lekwa
Say dey call me gcn no no no o
Kudedade
Standing by the shore
Girl you teach me how to ride the wave
We making love on a 5g
I bring
they fucked up I'm like I would be too
Ay I got my heart broken by a good girl
Cause I tried to fix her up and give her a good world
And if she don't
on Jambalaya.
Well before I could walk I had a guitar in my hand,
By the time I could talk I had my own band.
I went on the road when I was eight years old,
When
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