Lyrics:
paradise,
A stiletto heeled bitch of the night.
They scream and they'll cuss while we kick up the dust,
We'll burn like a comet tonight!
Paint the town
from
It was a puncture of a tyre of a station wagon
So I got up with a laughter, cause to me it was fun
Before me drive and gone far me sight another
to love it
I'm straight with publishin'
I don't care if the radio station's stubborn
Y'all hate us busters, I'm David Ruffin
It'll take me nothin'
California, Here I Come
Written by Joseph Meyer, Al Jolson and Buddy G. De Sylva
Jack was sittin poker faced with bullets backed with bitches
Neal
call me Case, they don't know me by real name
I'm low key, but pull up take my shot like I'm Kobe
Said she was coming through but the weather just gave
Well, I'm your host tonight, Paul Wilson
Your connoisseur of music
Bringing you the best of relaxing Vibes
Up next is Ethereal Dreams by the Lovely lady
protected us from evil
Read us books by Dr. Seuss as the war
in Vietnam raged on and on
So we filled our station wagon up with gas so cheap you could drive
it's the end
Fuck is you saying
The best? gotta put his name
With it I play stations
You play basic
You lame with it
Fuck it just face it
Ya time is up
Billy got up that morning and he
Popped another beer
Took a look at the trashed hotel room
Said: “Time to disappear”
Threw the bottle
on and on like inflation
Yeah, I shoot the gift on your radio station
I walk around uptown with my dalmatian
And when he's hungry he eats Kennel Rations
Huh, I
And you came to
Get me from the station
I kept it cooler than fan aye
I'm hoping
You would understand me
You used to get me so high
Now I can't
Even look up
make these mamis turn delirious
Call me Patrick Wilson I'm insidious
Take your bitch and she ain't riding with you now
You expressionless like are you
the funk
Light it up spark some of that Cali Love
Tanned bebesitas on my radar
Como es que se llama la baby
Sunny days
Yes all year long blessed
Unlike
let him inside, he'll hmm ah
Confetti inside, stomp on your heart, grind like a ciggy , ruined forever by the boy from the city.
Clouded by fake love,
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Listen carefully
Listen carefully
Now I feel better, investing my time on my letters
Sculpting these lyrics to make days
Slamming to keep you jamming there is no ignoring the
Accent, to wake up the flavor
Español or English, distinguish, this thing-lish I gave ya
Es el latino
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