Lyrics:
these secret powers
Accounts getting' fat from the overseas dialers
I'm trynna bust this internet nut
Turn the camera on and stick it in her butt
And half asleep she turns to whisper I love you
Cause she's just too good to be true but she is
And in my arms she reassures me with a kiss
She's
And you're trying to put me in my grave
You're no good to me in your grave
You're blind, and you say you cannot see
You're no good to me in your grave
like a damn good time
Stirrin' up the dust of a dirt road drive
Backwood 40 on a Saturday night
When you turn me on, I just can't turn you down, yeah
to make me complete
Now I'm gone
So good to be gone
You're looking at me like I'm from outer space
Well allow me to wipe that smile
Right off
By all accounts, she almost drowned
When she was six in frigid water
And I can confirm she made
A curious child, ever reviled
By everyone except
When it feels good, it's a God thing
Keep it goin' on, and on and on (ooh)
And on and on, until it's almost gone
Maybe it's your turn (yeah)
I think
you turn your love my way
Turn your love my way, yeah
Good ol' Sunday morning bells are ringing everywhere
Goin' to Carolina, it won't be long
(let's make love tonight)
Turn off the lights (it feel good to me)
and numbers that I don't know
Address to places like Abbey Road
Day turns to night, night turns to whatever we want
We're young enough to say
Oh, this has
Made a couple wrong turns, did county time
Now I do everything I can to stay between the lines
I got a couple good buddies that all stop in
Say,
you, you?
Get down
Gangsta (it's the return, it's the return-turn-turn-turn)
Ooh (it's the return-turn, it's the return-turn, it's the return,
Everytime I feel this shit, I'm motivated
Not only do we flow this shit, we demonstrate it
We come to far to turn back now, I hope we make it
But
Good times for a change
See, the luck I've had
Can make a good man turn bad
So please, please, please
Let me, let me, let me
Let me get
(Wearin' a shift really turns me on)
With the slit up the side, you can't resist that touch
(Wearin' a shift really turns me on)
It's tighter than
turn on the beat box
Babe, are you ready for a good time?
So come on, move with the feeling
Every night is a Saturday night
Big ass check in my bank account
Now everybody good, everybody good
Everybody good like I said they would be
Everybody good
With my hands up in the air
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, feel good
Sha, sha-ba-da, sha-ba-da-ca, feel good
Sha, sha-ba-da, sha-ba-da-ca, feel good
Sha,
Take good care of what you've got
My father said to me
As he puffed his pipe and Baby B
He dandled on his knee
Don't fool with fools who'll turn
I have decided
I'm gonna live like a believer
Turn my back on the deceiver
I'm gonna live what I believe
I have decided
Being good is just
Man, what's up with these niggas out here
Mad at us cause we on top
I love to see niggas getting money
Better get it while the getting is good
it's Christmas time, pretty baby
And the snow is on the ground (Christmas, Christmas)
Well, you be a real good little girl
Santa Claus is back in town
Shinning a problem of pictorial illusion,
Dump the trunk and tear the little freak out, out, out.
An unparalleled account of collapse appearing like
you, you?
Get down
Gangsta (it's the return, it's the return-turn-turn-turn)
Ooh (it's the return-turn, it's the return-turn, it's the return,
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