Lyrics:
finger fuck
See I'm a grown man
I bust some young cock out
I like big butts, not big mouths
I know some little girls'll break you down in bed
Pull your
we keep it down with the radio on
And if you find a good man, don't take him home
When you're working full-time
And spending all of your nights
of games, tryin to get the high score
But now I think I have a favourite
It's me against an ape, he's got my girl, I've got to save her!
Oh no, I feel
to man (livin' for the)
Small town hot summer nights
Radio 'bout to blow
Top down under the lights
Feel the heat, wild and sweet
Hot summer nights
weakness
And I'm feelin cock strong
Like He-Man, so who do I be man?
You callin me sick
But you're the one that's tongue kissin your girl
After she sucked my
one, and one invented not by our venerable ancestors, but by a devilishly clever marketing firm, not to symbolize your everlasting love, but to make
Tommy got off at the Texaco
Came bustin' in to Norma's Cafe
Said come on man we gotta go
You know how those party girls hate to wait
Filled up
blowin in the breeze,
You slide close to Me,
When you look in My eyes, man it's hard to breathe.
I can't get enough Rollin round by Your side,
Might
gon blow me up girl you better leave me alone
Before I buy your radio station and send you home
Yo this is a warning shot over the bawl
Truth be told
Wanted to be an artist i
Was of course inspired
By Debbie Harry and Chrissie
Hynde and Aretha Franklin
But my real muse was David
Bowie he embodied male
know, girl you know, girl you know, oh!
The man you with ain't cool
He's full of insecurities
I can keep a relationship smooth
You should fuck with me
V1:
I was raised by a working man
I’m a love and a wedding band
The only girl that I understand
She’s the daughter of a working man
I’m
Well I was cool and sitting by the phone and waiting for
A ring with a female voice or a date or
An invitation to a nightclub for some minglin
But
At a gastropub
By Baby’s All Right
I’m hanging out with a high school friend tonight
I wanna catch up and hear
What he’s been up to
I wanna tell
I left
Girl I'm like a tool grab me and use me
Where do you want me by the fireplace or the jacuzzi
I never slipped yo I got my grip like a handle
your girl's best friend
Emcees are born losers, alcoholic abusers
I'll go on the radio and start a gay rumor
And then I'll talk about how the crowd
girl
Ooh, ooh
Who's making love, Johnny Taylor's on the radio
If you a old school head, yup, you already know
I was caught up in my ways, busy creeping
Gripping wood grain be the English Oak, you see me hoe uh
Smoking chronic man it be so smoo-ooth
I don't listen to the radio, uh
Purple potion yeah I'm
about
I let you sleep in my crib
I let you cruise in the V
I be through the city, I'm the man now
I know you heard me on the radio, I'm up now
Couple
than wasted talents
And mine is overflowing by the gallons
All I'm lacking is some balance
I'm listening to the radio I'm hearing Jay-Z
The only
I can hold my liquor
But this man can’t handle his weed
Dark and lonely now
On Chicago, south of town i'm on to Indiana
I heard it in the radio now
light
from my radio so clear...
Bodies glistening, everybody's listening
as the man plays all the hits that you want to hear.
With a will to believe,
Racing to the red lights
Reminiscing past life
Breaking my back nine to fiving my life away
Man I'm feigning good times
Party under moonlight
I guess
Ain't nothin too loose or locked too tight for a man like me
I might take it slow, 30 through town
But on a back dirt road
Girl, I put the hammer down
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