Lyrics:
Straightaway then he led her
Down into the hold
Sayin', "I'll dress you up in sailor's clothes
Your jacket shall be blue
You'll see that seaport town
girl dancing to the latest beat
Has found new ways to move her feet
The young man speaking in the city square
Is trying to tell somebody that he
on the water, eatin' meals on the plane
And ya life in the sky like you lived on a plane.
So much good shit to fill ya brain,
If the band seem strange, I'm
temperature by 3 degrees
Everyday in everyway
She my makes my
And I reciprocate
My life I dedicate to lovin' her
So we got a good thing goin'
A real
this world hand in hand,
A good-hearted woman
Lovin' her good-timin' man.
He likes the night life,
The bright lights, and good-timin' friends.
Ringin' the bell
And nobody's comin' to help
Your daddy lives by himself
He just wants to know that you're well, oh
In this world, it's just us
You
back, fog it on up
Singin' whoaohh, whoaohh
Radio spillin' from a single cab
She looks so good with her silver tabs
Hangin' on a branch by the river
she was dreaming of
Johnny wrote and told 'er he had fell in love
As soon as he was married he would bring her back
And build a mansion for 'em by
Thought I was lookin' good
So I cycled 'cross the neighborhood
Was invited by a skinny girl
Into her high class-world
Left my bicycle under
ass
So recognize and pass to Daz
Now as I'm rollin' with my nigga Dre in Eastwood
Fuckin' hoes, clockin' dough, up to no good
We flip flop
heart's in The Highlands
I'm gonna go there when I feel good enough to go
Windows were shaking all night in my dreams
Everything was exactly the way that
when you see me you then already know.
It’s on my hat, you can tell by the clothes
It’s in my talk, so It’s in my flow.
It’s in my talk, so It’s in my
ass
So recognize and pass to Daz
Now as I'm rollin' with my nigga Dre in Eastwood
Fuckin' hoes, clockin' dough, up to no good
We flip flop
be a star tomorrow, but today
I'm a Nashville bum
I look good in cowboy clothes
And I sing through my nose
Webb said "That's the way to get 'er
We met on the highway, she flagged me down,
Had a flat on her Stingray with nobody around
I helped her out, she said climb in
So I ditched my
the light off, Oh I don't mind the dark.'
And as her clothes all tumbled 'round her, I could hear my heart.
The moonlight shown upon her as she lay back in
He said, "I'll love you till I die"
She told him, "You'll forget in time"
As the years went slowly by
She still preyed upon his mind
He kept
Two young lovers with their bodies on fire
Aching to swim that river of desire
Leaving innocence there on the bank by their clothes
A man holding
Thought I was lookin' good
So I cycled 'cross the neighborhood
Was invited by a skinny girl
Into her high class world
Left my bicycle under
Pick me a town
In any clime
Where people like
A rockin time
And stay awake
Both day and night
Till everybody's feelin good an' right
Then
about her, crazy about her
Hey, I'm a lovesick son
I'm crazy about her
I was standing outside the Met one day
when she drove by in a black Corvette
[chorus]
Shawty so crunk she comin out her clothes
dick so big got caught in her thoart.
do it hurt?(yeah) do it hurt?(hell yeah)
one nut, two
Thought I was lookin' good
So I cycled 'cross the neighborhood
Was invited by a skinny girl
Into her high class world
Left my bicycle under
all the local bars
She flirts and tells the boys while they're talkin'
She's from Boston
Her toes dig deep and deeper in the sand
She's seduced by
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