Lyrics:
I haven't done a cartwheel since I was nine
I haven't seen my mother in a long, long time
I mean, look at me, look at the length of my hair
My
line.
(repeat 2x)
[michel'le] let's play house...
[michel'le] is that what you want me to do with you?
You play tha momma baby let's play house
I'll play
learn, man, damn, man (I hate you)
Fucking sick of this house, man (all you do is hit on me)
Fucking hate you, man
Hate this house (fuck you, get out,
Except on Wednesdays
When I get rudely awakened by the dustmen
(Parklife)
I put my trousers on, have a cup of tea
And I think about leaving the house
think, perhaps, sir
You will have to make up your mind
To abide by the rules of this house that is
If you want the job
I started work on the script
I
I was born a house cat
By the slight of my mother's hand
I think I'm gonna stay home
I want to live in the center of a circle
I want to live
'Cause you look even better than the photos
I can't find your house, send me the info
Drivin' through the gated residential
Found out I was comin', sent
Justify justify means justify the end get away with anything live to tell the tale
you can even hit on me I will not defend it's the green not
Yeah this one goes out to all the ladies in the house
I need two to stand by me when the chips are down and
Stick around while I defend my
leave
Why can't they see me
In this little house of glass
I'm standing still
They're rushing past
Why can't they hear me
At the top of my lungs
I need
, what's a song
Don't it carry on and make the time go by?
I live in the west, Texas, I guess
Old Austin's the best.
I?m building a house
Ten miles
me.
Ah things ain't what they used to be.
No, no, no, radiation underground and in the sky;
Animals and birds who live near by are dying oh,
Oh
I own a mansion, but live in a house
A king-size bed, but I sleep on the couch
I'm Mr. Brightside, glass is half full
But my tank is half empty,
there lay the sod o'er me,
I'm a young cowboy and know I�ve done wrong."
"I see by your outfit that you are a cowboy."
These words he did say
doesn't mean a thing to me
Well it's late so I guess I'll be going
Too much smoke what I need is some air
By the way did she ask you about me
I just wonder
'Cause she's a drifter don't mean that I don't care about her
Sometimes I live with her, sometimes I'm livin' without her
Just when I think that I'm
Thinkin', "I want me a bad bitch when I get big"
They hug on the corner like California king
Cold hand all up her skirt, cars whistlin' down the road
See,
night and into the day.
Because I'm so scared of being alone
That I forget what house i live in.
But it's not my job to wait by the phone
For
greater sinner
I have come in search of Jesus, hoping he will understand
I had a woman once; she was kind, and she was gentle
Had a child by me, who
my alphabet from A to zed
They all live on donuts and moose meat
And they leave the house without packin' heat
Never even bring their guns
You know we won't need a thing
Girl I wanna take you home and make you my wife
I said please be with me for the rest of our lives
For the rest
with me for the rest of our lives......
For the rest of our lives.....
[1st Verse:]
I'm talking about me and you some old school lovin'
That's the way
your ass
I'm thuggin'
I'm thuggin'
I'm thuggin'
I'm thuggin'
Middle fingers to the cops and the judge
Raised by the O niggas just mean mug
I'm
to live
But that's not my story and I'm here all alone
The only thing left is the sound of this house
And me pacin' alone, there's nobody home,
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