Lyrics:
(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
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
the white boy's Pa and the Indian fell a'bleeding
In the grass by the creek in the late summer heat until his heartbeat stopped its beating
Now, hear the rum
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
I feel like I’ll throw up
My head feels like it’s
Gonna crack like an egg
And fry in a skillet
It feels like I’ve been sleeping on a bed of rocks
mud.
I'll tell you Paul Revere,
Now this is no bum steer,
It's from a handicapper that's real sincere.
This guy says the horse shows class,
Can do,
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
has come
And I feel like a bum
'Cause I spent my last dime
On a worthless old friend
On a drunken weekend
I've done it time after time
She's got
it makes me think of bread buns and loaves,
his bum,
it's sexy!
he got an ass that the other guys loathe,
it's cheeks,
it's sexy!
move, it wants
pick you up around 8
By the way, yeah this a date
All your exes, they lame
And that's a shame
Cause you girl, you girl
You're perfect
Yeah girl, you're
Listen to the beat beat beat
Of the song song
Buzzin in my head head
Like a bum dum
It's been a long long night
Walking by the south port side
hear ye
Yeah, we got drums, ba-dum-bum-bum, hear ye, hear ye
I'm at the loft with my son, hear ye, hear ye
Don't make me go and get my gun, hear ye,
scuffle all because of Willis Reed
Now there's one more bar in New York
I can't get me what I need
One by one, the doors are closing
One by one,
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,
Gal ya bumbum make me smile
Garlie ya body fit to make me maad
Gal ya bum bum gal my body tight
If you leave me omo na suicide
Gal ya bumbum make me
depend on you
It's been a minute since I wild out
Feelin' wide open (yeah)
Like why? Why give a bum nigga like three minutes?
Six figures, my name
to make you
Look out little girl, little girl, little girl look out
If you're hiding and I'm hiding
From some bum that wants to get you
Look out
are coming
Daydreams are passing by but I promise you, you get used to it
Do you know the agony as giggling kids go past
A warm-hearted bum is looking
Evergreen, I have seen
So many souls since you last held me
On a bed of needles by the Kankakee
I never felt such deep down peace
I miss your songs
Flip minks when he ball
Chicks faint when he call
Big links in the mall
Got a hot crib, gold force
And this ain't by the falls
Bitch drinkin' my balls
And he thinks he's Hank Williams
Hear him singin' through the door
There's a girl in 202
Who stops by to visit me
And she talks about her songs
3, 2, 1 and I’m by your side
when things go wrong, I can make it right
1, 2, 3, I know what to do
Let's go out get your dancing shoes
And we can
at the Captain's Table drinking Tango & gin by the old piano
Playing cards and smoking cigars 'til the sun came up
Or was it going down for the night?
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