Lyrics:
Clay Aiken, Josh Gracin, Ruben Studdard)
Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk I'm a woman's man, no time to talk.
Music loud and women warm,
of fools
Breaking us down when they all should let us be
We belong to you and me.
(Ruben Studdard)
I believe in love
(Clay Aiken, Josh Gracin, Kimberly
know, you sit back by the fire
By the fire, baby
Come and get higher with los paranoias
Just enjoy us sit back and enjoy paranoia
Paranoias
Can you take
a thing
Close your eyes
Holy roller Novocaine
Lord's gonna get us back
Lord's gonna get us back
Lord's gonna get us back
Lord's gonna get us back
I know, I
You won't feel a thing
Close your eyes
Holy roller Novocaine
Lord's gonna get us back
Lord's gonna get us back
Lord's gonna get us back
Lord's
"That's One I'll Keep"
By Josh Gracin
Wading Knee Deep In The Nickel Jack River
Soft Mud Squeezing Up Between My Toes
A Big Mouth Jumpin' On A Split
to the masses
Get kicked to the curb
For passin' the classes
Half empty, half full, save half for your taxes
Then overtake your former self
I fly by
Ringin' the bell
And nobody's comin' to help
Your daddy lives by himself
He just wants to know that you're well, oh
In this world, it's just us
You
Everybody move to the back of the bus
Do you wanna bump and slump with us?
We the type of people make the club get crunk
Ah ha, hush that fuss
Everybody
Where Were You Baby? - (Josh White)
As recorded by Donmclean
I looked through every barroom
And I searched from coast to coast
You were scarce
lowest, I'm ridin' 'round with choppers
(Oh)
Close that backdoor, I can't get snaked out by my homie (no, no, no, no, no, yeah, yeah)
Close that
lowest, I'm ridin' 'round with choppers
(Oh)
Close that backdoor, I can't get shaked at by my homie (no, no, no, no, no, yeah, yeah)
Close that
is soft
Rob's toothpaste is c1 sauce
He said he gon catch us on what
Rob's titties is like pudding cups
Fuck that nigga josh, he pussy
Worda moms
Everybody move to the back of the bus
Do you wanna bump and slump with us?
We the type of people make the club get crunk
Ah ha, hush that fuss
Everybody
I Dig a Pygmy by Charles Hawtrey and the Deaf Aids
Phase one, in which Doris gets her oats
Two of us riding nowhere
Spending someone's
Hard
Said this a hit of liquid heroin
Marilyn Manson channeling, panicking, spar with Anakin
'Til one of us leave in an ambulance
Blow the smoke
a chameleon ('meleon)
I made typical mythical (mythical)
I performed miracles, whimsical (whimsical)
And I get paid for gracin' the stage
Shit talkin',
I Dig a Pygmy by Charles Hawtrey and the Deaf Aids
Phase one, in which Doris gets her oats
Two of us riding nowhere
Spending someone's
Hard
Skinhead skinhead skinhead dead head
Everybody gone bad gone bad
New josh breezzyy
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us all I,
by the streets
(Ooh)
'Bout to start my own motherfuckin' committee
And it's gon' be me and Josh
And it's gon' be with motherfuckin' bitches
It gets us all in the end
It gets us all in the end
Loves so hard it gets us all in the end
It gets us all in the end
It gets us all in the end
you call me back man
They want us to pick these watermelons up right now
RIGHT NOW!
So you got to get ya as up!
You gotta get ya ass up!
Can you hear
boys down under
Hit us hard, took our treasure
That was the worst thing they could do
It will be our great pleasure
To take it back from that
ain't she? We'll let her wash off in the water
And me and you can play by ourselves, can't we?
Just the two of us, just the two of us
And when we
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