Lyrics:
And to me it's no surprise
For when it's time you tell the truth
And when it's time you lie
And when it's time
You shoot that same old look across the room
All the strings attached, girl
All the strings attached, girl, oh yeah
Met this girl when I was three years old
We were holding hands tight so
Yo Anju Blaxxgimme a light gaza
Yo, Worl Boss yo, yo wha' gwan Tommy Lee?
You nuh see say the bwoy?
Wha' the likkle priest do?
Lef' dem to karma,
(This is...)
(This is...)
Ha ha ha ha
Yeah, I know what this is
Listen
Yo, Joe, I tell them girls like this...
I say my love's the bomb
Leavin' the light on
Leavin' the light on
So I can look at you
It's getting kinda late girl
Lets go back to the house
I wanna watch you from my pillow
Til
(get up)
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo (Hey yo, that girl looks good)
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo (Play on, play on, player)
Hey yo, hey yo, hey
problably worked at tha tity bar
We see yo tittys and yo ass got u pretty far
Fly bitches aint impressed by a lil gold
But soakin wet off the power that
livin'
That old jukebox playin' in the background
Takes me somewhere
Back to some ole late night country highway radio
And I got all my friends hangin'
But one little boy who sat by himself
Was reading a letter he had
You could plainly tell by the look on his face
That the contents of it made him sad
She would meet me in the mornin' on my way down to the river,
Waiting patient by the China Berry tree;
With her feet already dusty from the pathway
Ashanti, what up baby girl?
C. Gotti what up? My nigga Phanter
My Leg Rock family, Jeff Don. All my Hollywood niggas
All my niggas, my nigga Nicholas, my
my soggy little shrimp
I was a eight year old girl before the doctor found my dick.
We make too much money for this shit, murder music!
I shit
and lying
Whatever it takes to keep my looks
You really can't blame a girl for trying
Snuff out the light, claim your right
To a world of darkness
Snuff out
in my Chevy 'Vette
Nah, you ain't ready yet, wetter than yo' girl get
Dolce 'Bana, Dolce shades, don't you wanna see the boy
See the boy, see
amazin'
The bitch that's with you already know that I'm blazin'
That's by the number, we can slumber, on the under
Girl no wonder, you got a ass full
dope is amazin'
The bitch that's with you already know that I'm blazin'
That's by the number, we can slumber, on the under
Girl no wonder, you got
girl standin' here? (Uh)
Yo, I can't get mad 'cause you look at me
'Cause on the real, look at me
Yo, it always be the haters that be sittin' in
Gone to the dogs the man and his life
He stands by the rail and looks at the sky
Confused by the thoughts
That stew in his mind
Alone by
You're growin' old
My mother's cold
Now it's time that you learned
What it meant to be mature
There's no such place
As make believe
But when I look
lonesome by myself"
How she talked about her daddy
It reminded me of me
How I walked out of my own little girl
And a woman that really loved me
As I was
Look at you, Christine
Regal as a queen and beautiful
Meg, and you as well
I could hardly tell it's you
My dear old friend
Can't believe you're
a hundred and twenty
Look, here man no hands
I got up enough nerve to raise up and look
And by now there couldn't be no surprise
But his hair was blowing all
sound
Of a whippoorwill in the night
Sashay back look at old mad Jack
Hugging everything in sight
Chorus
Banjo Bill he stopped stock still
As the notes
When my love said to me
Meet me down by the gallow tree
For it's sad news I bring
About this old town and all that it's offering
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