Lyrics:
Twenty-one, twenty-one, are you having fun?
I got drunk and bought a gun, now I'm having fun
And I feel alright, my chest feels tight
And we
and a smile from you that I can
That I can barely believe
Baby, those plans are grand, but you don't mean the same
When they ask you who you're living for
and a smile from you that I can
That I can barely believe
Baby, those plans are grand, but you don't mean the same
When they ask you who you're living for
hound
I'm just a super sight to see
I ain't a braggin' son of a gun when I do them girls ha ha it ain't been done
By the one and only super hillbilly
come
You throw down your guns
You're saving it up
For another day
All I want is everything
I'll never get enough
What I want could never bring
All that I
sleeps
So they say, so they say
Don't believe what you hear
Controversy has been predicted
Unforeseen complications, the times are really wicked
Guns
the pain watching make-believe peoples fake disasters
If I'd been Elaine this misery'd been followed by studio laughter
Been looking for someone who could
to think
Erase the useless things
Dying by the fire
A century at wit's end
Fall upon a blade
The Lamplighters are dead again
Culture isn't sick, so dull
Counting sheep
By the light of the static
On my
TV screen
I'd give anything to see your face
Empty room
My smoking gun
You laughed when i said I'd
love
I'm yearning I carry your heart
Men, fighting all day long
Guns are talking, the heart don't speak
Outside madness's gettin' strong
We loosing
The sense of your patterns
That don't work for me
Oh like Lucy Liu
Gun in my shoe
And I can't keep letting you down
So you gotta give up on me
I can't
not to scream out loud, and run like hell...
[Chorus]
Believe me, all our days here are unsure
Believe in me, I don't want to anymore
And in
lit by burning polythene bags
Pushing flame scorched limos to the oil rig tonight,
For the promenade dance
Fill your locker with an arsenal,
fingers are picking under the dust
Crumble paper bag, skin in the dust
But who can leave, society is digits and plus
We live in the us, before we're
Who can enjoy being born just to die, I took it this far for love
My feet are hanging over the edge, so catch me so catch me
Take this gun from my
is all by chance
And I'm telling stories to enhance
There's no need to plan it out
Or to add to your list a load of doubt
Leave all that shit
Sought salvation in a TV set
Unemployed full of regret
All you need is $19.95
And you can be as one with God, you can learn to feel alive
Be saved by
we'll see
Yeah you may be the only one come on son
Bring your blade and your gun
And if I die by your hand
I've gotta home in glory land
Red
flinchin'
Get down, hit the ground, goddamnn, my gun jammed
Why the Hill Street Blues make me refuse to leave my man?
Nigga, leave when I jump up
on a meat hook
Fuck a dead pussy then orgasm and leave guck
Merc'in' in the bushes waitin' for your car to stall
I'll be right there when it does with a blade
that I work so hard?
Girl, I ain't been sleep for the whole week (whole week)
And I know that you miss me
Girl, I can tell by the way that you phone
standing with they dick in they hand
I know you wanna be my man but can you keep up?
I need that R.E.S.P.E.C.T. like a reader
Keep you working for this
a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just living in
Talk shit on fake page, know you hate yo life
Off White but the switch on on the AR
Had to switch clothes from my face card
Thinking you fucking with me?
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