Lyrics:
working it
I'm watching you, you're twerking it
I'm trying get you out of this club
And get you off in my bed
(Ohh, oh-oh) Go 'head, yeah
Now let me
work in Dallas
But the river has to go
Oh, whatcha gonna do when time runs out on you
Run down, ghost town
Barren pastures all around
How ya
she could hear the cars roll by,
Out on four forty one like
Waves crashing on the beach,
For one desperate moment there
He crept back in her memory
God
God damn tavern
And havin' another deja vu, we seein' security
Pass my pussy around like it's Ja Rule's jewelry
I got news for you bitch, your new
it leaves you so top of mind for me
We never talk about how you found God at your ex's house
Always made sure that the phone was face-down
Seems
you just said you're sorry
I know that we could work it out somehow
But if this was a movie, you'd be here by now
If you're out there, if you're
Sayin', "I wish he didn't leave town like that"
I wish he didn't go out like that
But love's gonna bring you home
Even God didn't see it comin'
But no
by nine
And if I had an airplane
I still couldn't make it on time
'Cause it takes me so long just to figure out
What I'm gonna wear
Blame it
of the killers
It's time for all to work together for peace
'Cause everybody's doomed if the killings don't cease
Street homicide, war, it's all the same
'Cause
you gonna recognize and realize
What we had
(Now tell me)
Who you gonna believe, her or me?
What's it gonna be, Who you gonna believe?
Before
guys come home from work and wash up
And go racin' in the street
Tonight tonight the strip's just right
I'm gonna blow 'em all out of their seats
in
There must be some way out of here
A compromise that's right
If we cannot work it out
We're gonna have to fight
Yes we're sad and sorry
all ready know what it is)
Thank god for those days, thank god for those nights
Though it might seem wrong thank god for that white
They use
(If Heaven was a mile away)
Would I, fill the tank up with gas and be out the front door in a FLASH
Before reconsidering, this Hell with you
It ain't
sort of stopped it
Was written a long time ago
But it was right before God
Just snatched me out of
Everything and because I didn't
Understand initially
Up, up, up, up, up, up points the
Spire of the steeple
But God's work isn't done by God
It's done by people
Up, up, up, up, up, up points
Standin' there by the window
Starin' out at the night
You've got so many troubles
On your nervous mind
But don't worry baby
It's gonna work
knows it all
He's gonna work it out I said God's gonna work it out yeah
He's gonna work it out He's God's gonna work it out
He's gonna work it out God's
love still no love still
No love still no
Been writin' all day, tryna work it out
Waiting on you, can't do it by myself
It's no love, none no love still
hold me down
Gonna hear them say
Oh, oh okay
I be that, you know I'm wit it
You know I'm ready to ride
You know I'm down for whatever
I'm right by
guys come home from work and wash up
Then go racing in the street
Tonight, tonight the strip's just right
I want to blow 'em all out of their seats
Berettas, lay down in bed and blow our brains out together
Who knows how it's gonna play out?
Or whether death's what our ending would be
One of us shot in
Tora, Tora, out with the boys tonight
By eleven o'clock I'll be flyin' high
Ain't nothing in the world that I won't try
Jimmy got smashed, took his
a whale)
Then tie him up and beat him up
And throw him out of Babylon
Or (yeah, mmm-hmm, oh)
I like it, it's sneaky
And it just might work
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