Lyrics:
I'd be saying this here in country music.
We be no stars, imagine be-Boying over acoustic guitars,
Not the sixteen bars.
FEEL ME!
The art of sampling
her something must be wrong
With my phone
Cause my baby wouldn't hang up
On me
Mr. Telephone Man
There something wrong with my line
When I dial my
with a gang
I'd rather shoot it out, by God, than let 'em see me hang
Bullet in my shoulder,
Blood runnin' down my vest,
Twenty in the posse,
don't want to lose you (Cos I don't want to lose you)
If you really really really care (If you care for me like you say)
Then maybe you can hang
the moments til I'm back in your arms
All I want is to have you here with me every night, every day
When you talk, I hang on every word you say
When you move,
I told her something must be wrong with my phone
'Cause my baby wouldn't hang up on me
Mr. Telephone Man
There's something wrong with my line
explain this shit
Mechanic's brain with a pinch of Big Daddy Kane in it
But I can show you the ropes 'til you get the hang of it
Elephantiasis
go by and it feels like I'm counting sand
I want you around me to fill up this emptiness
Girl, help me write the story with a happy ending with you
Bombarded by philosophies that satisfy the surface
I flee to something deeper at the risk of seeking purpose
How can I hang in this environmental
I love a small town, Montana bar
I love an old hand-me-down acoustic guitar
In the hands of a good 'ole country boy playing Grandpa's favorite songs
See me sipping on my daiquiri
See me spitting cause I'm da-kiri
Make them listen like hear ye hear ye
Hey Siri I got the sauce piri piri
Robyn that
Girl From The Sun
By
Robyn Mercado
Better days I know we’ve seen with our own two eyes
Counting stars wishing for the sun to once again shine
Billy, don't you turn your back on me.
Playin' around with some sweet senorita
Into her dark hallway she will lead ya
In some lonesome shadows she
I told her something must be wrong with my phone
'Cause my baby wouldn't hang up on me
Mr. Telephone Man
There's something wrong with my line
Rain falling down
Another minute passes by
I'll wait for you
But this time I won't cry
Where are you now?
Are you with another love?
It's not
it to--wow!
Ah got my mojo workin'!)
They don't serve no Twinkees
With their afternoon tea.
Never had a dinner
Made by Chef Boy-ar-Dee.
Bein'
day I'd watch them beauties roll by
And sometimes I'd hang my head and cry
'Cause I always wanted me one that was long and black.
One day I devised
hang out, tip it back and get trippy
Get down, get down like hillbilly hippies
Let's all peace out in the country, are you with me?
Throw down, throw
left, the left
It's like I'm on an island by myself, the left
Please don't make me slap you with the left, the left
You a fake so I'm gon' dap you with
Now if I had my way with people sellin' dope
I'd take a big tall tree and a short piece of rope
I'd hang 'em up high and let 'em swing 'til the sun
through hell together
You're forever
Forged by fire
The young GI said from his VA bed
Why you wanna hang out with us broken men
When you could be
counting the moments til I'm back in your arms
All I want is to have you here with me every night, every day
When you talk, I hang on every word you say
when someone tries our patience)
Round and round
But I wish it would stop and let me off right now
I hang with a bunch of hippies
And wacky tobacco
As the sun goes down, I move around
Keeping to the shadows
Life hangs by a thread
And I've heard it said
That I'll not see tomorrow
If that's
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