Lyrics:
son home
Verse 3:
E F#m A E
I taught him to fish and I taught him to be strong
F#m A E
I taught him that killing any man was wrong
G#m A E
But
A-a-b-b-c-c, F Me!
A-a-b-b-c-c, F Me!
A-a-b-b-c-c, F Me!
A-a-b-b-c-c, F Me!
Take you to my house (yeah)
Put you on my couch (yeah)
My lips
the best records,
You never followed any trend.
F.M., A.M. where are you?
You gotta be out there somewhere on the dial.
On the dial.
(Are you
(mum-mum-mum-mah)
P-p-p-poker face, f-f-fuck her face (mum-mum-mum-mah)
(Mum-mum-mum-mah) I won't tell you that I love you, kiss or hug you
'Cause I'm bluffin'
read my
No, he can't read my poker face
(She's got me like nobody)
P-p-p-poker face, f-f-fuck her face (mum-mum-mum-mah)
P-p-p-poker face, f-f
a perfect formula for the dark side
This is our generation's form of nuclear power
How we deal with this
will be the stuff in history
C-O-N-F-O-R-M
I
A-a-a-a F me!
A-a-a-a F me!
A-a-a-a F me!
A-a-a-a F me!
Take you to my house,
Put you on my couch
Put this in your mouth
Then I'm going South
(Say
M-E-T-H-O-D-O-F-L-O-V-E
M-E-T-H-O-D-O-F-L-O-V-E
In the moonlite
Under startlite
Songs old as the night
Are what I've been dreamin' of
Everybody's
Yeah, they get it, don't approach us, fuck bein' famous
Long as I got my
Let's go
F&N (F&N), F&N (F&N)
These bullets, they be goin' through doors
I can't do that (shawty),
Get some Patron (shawty),
This night gon' be long (shawty),
I picked you up,
Never put you down,
We were good
Hey, little girl, comb your hair, fix your makeup --
Em7 A7 G/B A7
Soon he will open the door.
F#m7 B
hiding
I've looked everywhere
I'm forever blowing bubbles
Pretty bubbles in the air
I'm f-f-forever b-b-blowing bubbles
Pretty bubbles in the air
They
Second verse minus the passing chords
Hey hey yeah la la la la
Oh oh la la la la la la la la la la.la la
E / F#m7 / B/ A E F#m7 be A be E
You got
a file replication is a chore
Lights out shut down the entire whitehouse
I don't want just a bug that could be corrected
I'm erecting immaculate design
all night, like a spotlight
For the one to show
Could it be you? Could it be me?
Only way to know
F'real love
I'm all yours, when you really
Hey, little girl, comb your hair, fix your makeup --
Em7 A7 G/B A7
Soon he will open the door.
F#m7 B
did it I got 'em
Stand on that couch, drink out of the bottle
That .40 got hollows, that b**** she gon' swallow
Get to that money, I'm king of Chicago
at me with that look in your eye
You really ain't going away without a fight
You can't be reasoned with, I'm done being polite
I've told you one, two,
he always tell me he miss it
He want a F-R-E-A-K (freaky girl)
F-R-E-A-K (freaky girl)
A-K, A-K, A-K, E-A-K (freaky girl)
F-R-E-A-K (freaky girl)
sick is what we'll be
Scream it loud, know what you are, be proud
You're an S.M.F.
You're an S.M.F.
You're an S.M.F.
You're an S.M.F.
we'll be
Scream it loud, Know what you are, be proud
You're an S.M.F.
You're an S.M.F.
You're an S.M.F.
You're an S.-M.-F.
roll with the heater smokin' chocolate Thai
In 94 I'll be going solo
Too many problems of my own so I'm rollin' dolo
F*** all y'all
F*** all y'all,
finished, b-, I meant in half, oil the blades
Nobody wants to play, they say I'm a spoiled little baby, but
Nobody puts baby in the corner
I'm only tryna
Yeah, back on the sauce
So I'd like you to be nice
'Cause I'm nice, the Pink Floyd are nice
And give these boys a real big hand of applause
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