Lyrics:
down but it set me free
You keep me by your side
To make you feel alive
you show me off
Always tryna show me off
coming home I'm not good enough
count my money
You look so sexy to me
And it might sound funny
But I would by a O-Z
Just to get you in my bed room
Drug dealer, girl
So you could
deep, you hit my seafloor
Got me singing like Alicia
Got me using all your lingo
Tell your girlfriend that you single
Call me over 'cause I go hard
and a girlfriend
Somewhere along the way
Well I'll be looking for eight
When they pull that gate
And I hope that
Judge ain't blind
Amarillo by morning
How can you be down
She ain't down for you
Don't be so naive she playin' you
Why is she around
Girlfriend just ain't cool
Tried to take your man
had me
Love is crazy, I'm glad I can smile and say
Ain't it funny
C-A double D, Hi
Double dose my
Fly by, red line
Touch the roast side
Oh I,
God's girlfriend came up to me
In a dirty old dive where a country and western
Singer was playing
On the stage by the bar
Where she sat down
You turn my world around
You lift me up and down
Girl I need you by my side
Let us two be unified
Say you'll be my girlfriend
'Cause you know
It never really mattered too much to me
That you were a little too young for me
All that really mattered was you were my girlfriend
And baty thats
ooh-ooh
All your so-called girlfriends who compliment your clothes
Know that they're your mama's hand-me-downs
Ooh, the fashion world's turning so fast
September is all go and traffic is so slow
I love you, don't you know?
But memories of holding hands
Get crowded by all of our plans
Not hearing
allowed
We will get sick and choke ourselves with laughter
And the girlfriends that you knew to whom you promised to be true
Will have their sisters
Uhh, wave your drinks in the air
Shorty turn around keep the ass right there
Focus your attention, let your eyes
Get paralyzed, by the size of my
a cabaret, old chum,
So come to the cabaret!
I used to have this girlfriend known as Elsie,
With whom I shared four sorbid rooms in Chelsea.
She wasn't
boyfriends, tell all your girlfriends
Now
And I don't dream of labour
With age comes being jaded
Live by your expectations
Fuck
Your
Expectations
Jim at the Sunoco
I'm obligated to stay, I guess I'll sleep tomorrow
Don't kiss strangers, especially entertainers, cause their girlfriends aren't home
sound
Shakin' street, say you gotta get down
Streetlight Sammy decided to make the trip
All the way from New Jersey on his girlfriend's tip
He
comes close to this
Or what we did that night
Come closer, call your boyfriend
Come closer, call your girlfriends
Come closer, call your boyfriend
Come
mad friends with Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin" players
Jump in the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got
hair
He's armed with a knife, I repeat, he's armed with a knife
Proceed with caution, watch your back, fellas
He could be coming at your girlfriend
cll I need in this life of sin
Is me and my girlfriend
Down to ride til' the very end is me and my boyfriend
cll I need in this life of sin
Is me
Look over there behind the balloons
Boyfriend is scared
Standing on the moon
He's alone by himself
Girlfriend lies dead
Bleed into a cup
I am
Look over there behind the balloons
Boyfriend stares, standing on the moon
He's alone by himself, girlfriend lies dead
Bleed into a cup
I am the one,
They built a prison by the freeway
Just to rub it in
It's a gentle reminder
Of the wages of sin
The ones on the inside
Are being paid their
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