Lyrics:
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
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
yea im hot
Pockets of money, bitch, it's a lot
Buy some land and tell my mother, here here's a lot
Always flip, but bum-ass haters want me to flop
But
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
befo
Won't know who real who fake til the first time gotta tell they ass no
Why It Gotta Be Like That
Most These Niggas Ain't Livin
By The Code
I Been Up
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
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
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
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
on the island bad bitches
in here by vibin, come in this bitch looking flyer I’m bout to hire
one of these bitches with body yadi yadi yadi, chopper Karate
biddy bum.
If I were a wealthy man.
I wouldn't have to work hard.
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
If I were a biddy biddy rich,
tired of their small town games
Whistle a tune of a horse with no name
Hang around by the stadium
Drinking a wine like a bowery bum
Erica let's go
(Ba-da-da-dum-bum-bum)
(Ba-da-da-dum-bum-bum)
(Ba-da-da-dum-bum-bum)
(Bum-ba-da-dum-bum-bum)
I don't care
What they do
I just wanna
Be
Mail lady dropping it off and we lit
(We litty) we got them percs by the 'script
And I know trappers that's serving that pit
4, 000 bottles in VIPs
I got
Yea big dawg
I heard somebody said i was a bum mayne yea unh
Watch how i build up these millions
Watch how i build it up I'm on my bum shit
Watch how
Its a cold night said the city bum
With a blanket on his shoulder
Sitting by the delaware
And the damp air gets colder
Morning is not even close
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