Lyrics:
Good times and bum times, I've seen them all
And, my dear, I'm still here
Plush velvet sometimes
Sometimes just pretzels and beer, but I'm here
that are dropping by, yeah
And the bombs go boom, boom, they roast the room
Yes, Fucking Reptiles in the AAAH!
Yo
Yeah
Yo, oh-oh-oh
As Iguana pilotando
By a square-dancin' farmer, well
That old bum was sticking out his thumb
When the farmer drew up, said
"Listen son", and the horse compared his
out it's one me
Now you benched, aww, your bum knee
Now I'm the bad guy, call me Chun-Li (ooh)
'Cause you was slippin', yep, you clumsy
warty
Bóg Bóg Bóg przy kim stoję wiem nigdy www fajny ksiądz pl
Bum bum bum walczę ze złem taka bomba wiesz z parafii eh
Głupie pytanie o rapy zza
Hey there you fucking bum
Look what you have become
No secrets without walls
A social free for all
Come on and get it all for free
Just hit that
them bands up bought a gold rope no lasso
Ace Hood with the cash flow
ASAP with the pesos
Drum on me right now break it down ya hear the bass go
Bum bum
Dancing by myself
Then you came and make me sweat
cll I got is what I came with
Dollars don't count much round here
She say hit my line
Can't keep
the kind that just never seems to win
I had a woman guess every man does
And every man thinks his is the best mine was
Stuck by me through thick
The bartender's working on a late night shift
Cheap bums and blondes and barmaids on a midnight drift.
And the dance band's playing the same old
raised in hell like a note that's raised by Mariah
My vocals came with desire (let's go)
I know you feel my energy (uh-huh)
You think you lost a friend,
You gon’ call me up and I’ll come right around
Girl you make my heart go bum bum
Make my mind go dumb dumb
You got me going crazy
I need you on a daily
guitar bum whose name I never knew
Old School Nashville, Harlan Howard, Bob McDill
Tom T Hall go drink your fill and blow us all away
There was this
I tried to forget everything
That attracted me
That attracted me
This heart is so fast
This heart is wanting to be by the mouth
I don't want him
You've got a bum end, babe you know you do
Something in the back of my mind
Reminds me of you
Talking to yourself alone at night
Scheming on your
We are amazed but not amused
By all the things you say that you'll do
Though much concerned but not involved
With decisions that are made by you
Oh, but look-a-here, baby
See what-a you've done, done
You taken my money
You got me on a bum
C'mon shake a-yo' boogie
Whoa, shake a-yo' boogie
Lake Michigan rose and fell like a bird
And when the wind screamed up Ashland Avenue
The corner bars were full by noon
And the old stew bums sliding
on some, "Stay solid" shit, used to make play by the colleges
JP brought Mason Turner, our sense the road was a major earner
Nigga, my life full
have to think to survive
So nobody listens
Hey recluse, don't shout at me
You proclaim yourself expert by extensions of the methods
Detailed in your
from you stupid mouth
Hating on my grind, but I ain't bothered by what you talk about
See me on my shine, don't you say nun when I'm up and out
Crabs in
Things Would Be Better (If you'd shake your booty)
Music and Lyrics by LazerNütz
Be better
So Much better
Things would be better
If you'd shake your
crazy
now you’ve crossed a line
I thought you were real now I see you’re skilled it took me by surprise but bitches don't say goodbye
I thought you
where you dey
I go look for you day by day
See I don’t need to dey where you dey all the time
Cos I know you wanna dey alone sometimes
But as a lover boy
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