Lyrics:
Oooo
Oooo
Oooo
It's been a day
Worries away
I see your face when I blink
I think I like you okay
By the way
What is it about your smile that makes
Back in 1953, we stole a car old Merle and me
Never thinking wed be put in jail
You might say that we were green, I was barely seventeen
When they
little heart in two
Bet you're thinking if you're sweet enough I'll just take you back
Wrong Jack
You can't wear down a worn out heart
Like you can't
believe
So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy-ass weave
She started talkin' shit, wouldn't you know?
Reached back like a pimp and slapped the ho
transcriptions or tape recordings")
(Clip of Motown song "Mr. Big Star" fades into lyrics)
You can hear the music
Of the AM radio
The VCR and the DVD
There
I'm sayin'
Well smoke okey doke as if this was a joke
Cause you think you got balls of the great n' black jaws
But your leg I will poke like an egg
and the shamrock tattoos
Singing his songs of the battles we lose
And [when/will] you come home again so we can murder you
What would you do if they took his
lame excuses just to get, out of the house (mm-mm-mm)
And I apologise for all of those times that I made you cry (yeah)
Like when you busted me up
some futile bottom line
All my life, I've been running from what you want
You drive like you're wanted in four states
In a busted truck in Opelika
some sleep before I travel
But if you got a warrant I guess you're gonna come in
Busted - down on Bourbon Street
Set up - like a bowling pin
out there, I could use it right now
You know, I feel pretty good, but that ain't sayin' much
I could feel a whole lot better
If you were just here by my
Amputee by Photoshop I am the idle poor
Follow the money, follow the money
Who made you
Who mixed up the parts
Busted alarm clock
For a broken heart
I
signed us?
What if Oprah made them comments
Like Imus?
What if you designed this
Thought like I did?
Said it like this
What if Peyton was fighting
its a struggle on da everyday bases
starin into space changin from mars to dem everyday places
wish i could take u on a trip and neva return
go
circus that you call a rodeo
I've done a lot of crazy things;
This may not be the worst, but it comes close
I've busted bulls and they've busted me
on buttons
Don't come if you ain't fuckin', fuck nigga
No I can't trust him
Lil Scrappy, yo head, I bust it
I was trappin', I couldn't get busted
Had packages
I bought a bourgeoise house
In the Hollywood hills
With a truckload of hundred
Thousand dollar bills
Man came by to hook up my cable TV
We settled in
That's centered in your hand
If you crave some revolution
Take possession of your stand
It's the only one you'll get to make
In a moment come and gone
I don't care if you think it's cool
Fucked up and I'm ditching school
I don't wanna go back to town
With my face to the ground and I'm upside down
[Originally written and preformed by Styx]
Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto
Mata au hima de
Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto
Himitsu o shiri tai
You're wondering who
intellectual
Not checking for the fame although it's perpetual
I enter the world the same way I'll exit
If you really think the groove, then hey, glad you
., Mr. Lituation, Mr. Fuck-You-Pay-Me
Mr. I-Might-Be-Here-Now, now I'm out in Vegas
Mr. If-You-Ain't-With-The-Movement-Ain't-No-Conversation, preacher
Yes yes
And it goes a lil something like this
Riding 'round town in a busted up whip
Haters talk shit it's falling off of their lips
And I don't
. One-You're-Gonna-Want-On-A-Saturday-Night
When you're lonely, lying in the dark
I'm the number that you know by broken heart
No, I ain't Mr. Right, I'm Mr. Right-Now
The one all
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