Lyrics:
living so fly, we made it on by
We deserve this life man we doing all right
I got 300 cash in the back of my new whip, the Challenger
And nobody compares,
Pekinese
That faced Growltiger's rage
Woe to the bristly bandicoot that
Lurks on foreign ships
And woe to any cat with
Whom Growltiger came to grips
But
could he play guitar
Making love with his ego
Ziggy sucked up into his mind, ah
Like a leper messiah
When the kids had killed the man
I had
could he play guitar
Making love with his ego
Ziggy sucked up into his mind, ah
Like a leper messiah
When the kids had killed the man
I had
praise God with me
Come praise God with me
Dance, dance for Jesus
Dance, dance for Jesus
Yeeeha
Despised rejected
Man of sorrow
with grief Acquainted
with my main man, Jack Lawless on drums
Jack, show 'em what's up, come on
Everybody give it up for Greg Garbowsky on the bass
I got Ryan Liestman
Dance
She stares but I know better
I try my hardest to not look at her
Every time she smiles it gives me butterflies
Ooh, butterflies
With the rhythm
have a good time
Everybody look to their left
Everybody look to their right
Can you feel that? Yeah
We're paying with love tonight
It's not
time
Everybody look to their left (yeah)
Everybody look to their right (ha)
Can you feel that (yeah)
We're paying with love tonight
It's not
And a factory-sealed guitar
So please, do you feel guilty?
You blot me out with bleach, but I’m still filthy
Well, that’s what it’s about
Red dots in my
If you want someone to sing with you
Well you, you know where I am
If you ever want a guitar man
Well you, you know where I am
I might not always
take her from her mans tho
Call her Jenny the way I got her in my hands oh
Throw it back and she do a little dance tho
She fall in love but that ain't my
a chance
To show you that I'm better then that boy you call your man
You all alone so could you spot me for the dance
You acting grown and I could tell by
a chance
To show you that I'm better then that boy you call your man
You all alone so could you spot me for the dance
You acting grown and I could tell by
And they dance all night on a hard wood floor
To the redneck fiddlin' man
Good times go by easy
Good times fly away
One night some boys from town
in love with a stripper yo!
(Yo baby, can I get another lap dance? I tell you I
got nothing but funny money, man. New York Dogs.)
Coconut man, moon head, and pea
You ready?
Seems like everybody's got a price
I wonder how they sleep at night
When the sale comes first
The night before Christmas
If you're heart's been longing
And you've been afraid to try
Sorrow's kept you company
And the dance has passed you by
I'll
hear that groove
I wanna feel that twang
Well that cheap guitar, man, it's sounding thin
That saxophone sounds like the cat dragged it in
But I want
Everyday by day
I feel so blessed
I feel so eh ah eh
Blessed Boy you can call yeah
You know with just once sight
Fine boy from Africa
I take on the show
Are
so you better get, concerned
My challenger, check the calendar
I'm as live as a .45 caliber, Colt
With a silencer, wettin' up, suckers I be
Whoo! Whoo!
Swizzy
Need y'all t take y'all rags out man
T.I.
And let it swang
Swang
Swang
Swang
Let it swang
Swang
Swang
Alright (alright) okay
Whoo! Whoo!
Swizzy
Need y'all t take y'all rags out man
T.I.
And let it swang
Swang
Swang
Swang
Let it swang
Swang
Swang
Alright (alright) okay
of of a month
Been the strangest year
It's all gone by in the blink of an eye
There ain't no time for tears
Give it one last chance, one last dance
I got ice in
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