Lyrics:
went the door to lock it (To lock it)
So I took my lady by the hand
And led her to love me, love me, love me!
Where were you when the lights went
side by side
Cold beer conversations going all night
Shout to George Straight with the country vibes
Needed this moment feeling like a true scribe
Ay yo
All the ladies of the canyon
Wearing black to their house parties
Crosby, Stills and Nash is playing
Wine is flowing with Bacardi
But sometimes,
met, got me feeling like a creep
And that strawberry flavour gave her tongue a kinda sweet little taste
And we could speak about anything we were
know who put the Savior in chains
I'm gazing at the ashes of all that remains
How little did you know, that at just any given moment
I would be the one
remember these sweet words, "`till death do us part"
I married many men, a ton of them
Because I was untrue to none of them
Because I bumped off every
Before the lady finished, he was down on his knees
She told him they caught him, two broken locks and
Three little bodies and his sweet, sweet Valerie
and nothing but when it comes to the lady's
Little something special when it comes to her tho.
Cause she my girl. She there.She care.
Put a smile on my face
sweet Chicago gal
He busts in, grabs a holda that
Kerosene. Throws it at her eyes
He's sorry
You can tell by the way he swallows his ring
Blind with
I ride into your mind by surprise on phased lasers
cnd slice into your eyes like Bunuel with crazed razors
Cuz yes I am un chien andalous
Right, this is THE take I reckon
This is THE take
I've sung this song 45 times in the last hour
But this is THE one
I promise you
Mango by Four
with a sweet one called Tee
Black kid in a black whip, that's me
Bad B thought she was stayin' for the week
But she's gotta be gone by mornin'
Bad B
all.
Chorus
Give me a little respect, now come on just a little.
Takin' every bit of my time, why don't you give a little.
Suckin' up line by line,
Ladies and gentleman
Mr.Y is pleased to present to you
His final surprise of the season
A command performance by Christine Daae
The most heavenly
Sittin' by the fire...
Radio just played a little classical music for you kids,
The march of the wooden soldiers
And you can hear Jack say
Sweet Jane,
Sittin' by the fire...
Radio just played a little classical music for you kids,
The march of the wooden soldiers
And you can hear Jack say
Sweet Jane,
It is normal that I can't hear myself, right?
(Yeah) okay
(C'est la vie)
(Mm-mm)
Lookin' up, yeah, at the sky
Ain't a cloud rollin' by
Look
I'm away with time to kill
just sittin' around gettin' high
thinking about your sweet sweet love
I want to jump on a plane and fly
sweet little
game
No shady stories, no telling I'm an athlete
It's mad the way I speak
I've got ladies all over me peace
You wanted to be a team, you lacked what
around it really is rare
So try to treat me bad if you dare
C-O-L-D they will try not
Breona Taylor,Trayvon Martin all of dem shot
By the racists spirit
time for an accountin'.
Mom, I sure hope you're listenin'.
Sweet lady, I.O.U. for so many things.....
A lot of services, like nightwatchman for
Oh, yeah
I've fallen in love with that lady
She should have been charging by the hour
My best friend's thinkin' I'm crazy
But they don't see
What's up gat damn it
You know l like you but a little bit okay
But a little tiny bit just a little bit
Like that much
Okay
Listen
Shorty I'm here
Sweet sweet sweet sweet bulbs grow in m' latest garden
Warm warm warm warm warm sun fingers wave
In m' latest garden
Flowers dance their faces
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