Lyrics:
it, fucked around
After all that, this is what I found
Nobody wants to be alone
If you're touched by the words in this song
Then maybe
You got
on me
Reminded by the weight
Reminded by the weight
Reminded by the weight
Reminded by the bad kind of weight on me
Reminded by the weight
Reminded
to Dre's to get Bob a doctor
He grabbed Stace' by the legs as chopped it off her
And dropped her off in the lake for the cops to find her
But ever
kinds of people
The good, the bad, and everyone
There'll come the day when everyone passes him by
What will he say when nobody answers his cry?
They packed up all his buckles and shipped his saddle to his dad
And by the way the house looked, she must have took it bad
The workers come
to Dre's to get Bob a doctor
He grabbed Stace' by the legs as chopped it off her
And dropped her off in the lake for the cops to find her
But ever
In the middle of his life
He left his wife
And ran off to be bad
Boy, it was sad
But he bought a new car
Found a new bar
And went under another
standing by
Too bad it was him that you trusted
Too bad but you can't be disgusted
It's time that you got readjusted
And realized that tear filled
(By)
(Walk on by)
(Walk on by)
(Walk on by)
(Walk on by)
Yeah, bitch, I said what I said
I'd rather be famous instead
I let all that get
In the middle of his life
Left his wife
And ran off to be bad
Boy, it was sad
But he bought a new car
Found a new bar
And went under another
Like a black-hearted vile thing
It's the nature of being
It's too many lonely nights
I can't tell bad from wrong
I can't pass you by
Too exchanging
in my sails,
Keep a hold of the tiger by the tail,
A half a ham sandwich in my lunch pail,
That'd be alright.
[Chorus]
Yeah, that'd be
pin-piñata pussy
Ass swole like she stuck it in a wasp nest
She a certified dime, I wanna toss that
You gotta be a go-getter, so go and get it
Promethazine
old bad eyes
old bad eyes
old bad eyes
on loneliness comes
go see the foreman go see the profiteer
on loneliness drives
"This is called 'Hurt So Bad'. It's about pain." - John Legend
I think I messed up this time
I let you go and I
Can't get no sleep
Ohh...
With
my wood works
I don't trust cupid because of my past I learned that it's best that I shoot first
Live in the flesh talk bad on the net
But wanna love
Sometimes it's hard to be a woman
Giving all your love to just one man.
You'll have bad times
And he'll have good times,
Doin' things that you
Yeah, this is a mean old world, to try to live in all by yourself
This is a mean old world, to try to live in all by yourself
When you can't have
the good outweighed the bad
Now you say that you've grown tired
You want to be by yourself a while
It would be a shame if you should go
And find that freedom
suffering
Forever being stung by wasps and demons breath
The blood and tears that fall serve the maggots need
Descention, thrusting to the second plain
nuh tek nuh bet yet Tell dem if dem do dat World War woulda re-flex Yuh lef' Clarendon and come drop ina wasp nest with Guerilla warfare yuh caught mi
some way
I'm having a real bad day
Said she was all moved in and her apartment,
Sure looked fine
Suggested I come by, and see her some time
Said
Poor little Frankie he was young at heart
All that was missing was his vital part
Wasp would push but never stand
All he wanted was to do his
you want to leave take good care
Hope you have a lot of nice things to wear
But then a lot of nice things turn bad out there
Oh baby, baby, it's
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