Lyrics:
bored and left them there
They were just dead weight to me
Better down the road without that load
Brings back the time when I was eight or nine
I was
feelings as time goes by
And I never will forget those things you said to me
And I wanna go back to the way we used to be
(Take me back) Take me back
this shit just my main squeeze
Coming to the crib, breaking down a set of keys
Back in the days, I admit, I had some issues (yeah)
Two twelve
baby, hey!
All the boys get the girls in the back
Check it out, it's Bounty Killer, and No Doubt
Jump on the stage makes me going crazy
Afterwards
[verse 1]
Full blown
Rap rock and roll
Whatever happened to solid gold?
Ain't like it can't and won't get sold
Sold by the same cats
Stole yo soul
pockets and hand,
But I carry out orders from no man,
'Cause anything you wanna do, I already did.
You used to see me rock the house when you was a kid,
But
What's That Man Holding In His Hand?
He Looks A Lot Like A Guy I Knew Way Back When
Its Silly Willy With Philly Band
Could Be . . . . . Oo-Ee . . . .
saw you on the subway
You were headed for the tunnel
Me the door
I pressed my face against the glass
You sped by me in a flash
Like a motorcycle
Walls start closing in around you
My twins of evil
They shake you by the collarbone
Then snap your rib cage
And broken bodies in a death rock
goin' on?"
I tried to break it up, I said, "Stop it, just leave her"
She said, "If I can't smoke none, she can't either"
She grabbed me closely by my
the funk will make me freak
If I should die before I waked
Allow me Lord to rock out naked
Bored by the ordinary time to take a trip
Calling up a little
baby, hey!
All the boys get the girls in the back
Check it out, it's Bounty Killer, and No Doubt
Jump on the stage makes me going crazy
Afterwards
Thunder Road is for the lost lovers and all the fixed games
Thunder Road is for the tires rushing by in the rain
Thunder Road me and Billy we'd always
the 430 came back in a spaceship (damn)
And my whip game (game) is so sick man (yeah)
I double up every time I flip man (whoa)
Birds by the flocks, clips
*Brook*
If you're gonna give me good kissin' like that
Honey, don'tcha know I'm gonna give 'em right back to you
That's a kissin' good way
the sniper
Ce soir, Ce soir
Assassination d'un rock 'n roll star
The news is read, the meaning spread
One yawn, two yawn, and back to bed
Come on maman, bend
the funk will make me freak
If I should die before I waked
Allow me Lord to rock out naked
Bored by the ordinary time to take a trip
Calling up a little
O'Shea! O'Shea!
Get your ass in here boy
You hear me calling you?
O'Shea!
When I was young I used to hang with the seventh graders
Little
We are golden
And we've got to get ourselves
Back to the garden
By the time we got to Woodstock
We were half a million strong
And everywhere
Let me tell you the story of
A line that was held
And many brave men and women
Whose courage we know well
How we held the line at Peekskill
On that
Thunder Road is for the lost lovers and all the fixed games
Thunder Road is for the tires rushing by in the rain
Thunder Road me and Billy we'd always
the music for me
I had my very first introduction
By singing in a local band
I've got my rock and my roll instruction
Playing every club in the land
I
back to coka
Niggas talkin shit bruh, hang him by a ropa
Hit em wit the choppa
Call that shit hot lava
Call me waka flocka aka young wild nigga
Aka young
Don't make me have to relapse on these hoes
Take it back out to taxing them roads
When I was hugging it, niggas couldn't do nothing with it
Straight
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