Lyrics:
to love him but it never did take
It was just another way for the heart to break
So she dug right in.
But one thing they don't tell you about the blues
When
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You Know I Wanna Be Honest With You Women So Ima Start Off Like This
[Verse: Drake]
Uh Look, I'm Bold From The Get Go
Go By The Title Of Drake
you
so I might as well get it over with
the things I have to say
won't wait until another day)
Shut up
Whoooooo
Whoooooo
Whoooooo
Check this out
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You just ignored me, the story was so fictional
While it hurts it's safe to say
It's safer for me to stay away
Easier day by day
but I hate the version
what? I know you're home and you're not alone,"
I walked by the radio, switched from off to on
I think I know the words, but it's been so long
I like turning on the radio
When I'm running a little too low
Hear the melodies that came before
Stretching out across the floor
When the signal is
Hey there f***heads this is me, Nickelback Picasso
Imagine my surprise when I'm sittin' in traffic
And I hear a little song by Kegel and Greg comin'
[Incomprehensible]
One thing they don't tell you about the blues
When you got 'em
You keep on fallin' 'cause there ain't no bottom
There ain't no end at least
to love him but it never did take
It was just another way for the heart to break
So she dug right in.
But one thing they don't tell you about the blues
When
standing by the Space Invaders
So I said can I see you later
Yeah we went for a little spin
Down to the Holiday Inn
We was young and in love
We was
back-back then-then if you had a car
You was the Chi-Town version of Baby
And I was just a virgin, a baby
One of the reasons I looked up to him crazy
I
Cinderella's getting hypnotised
By the Italian with grey-green eyes
I stand deliberately out of bounds
Winding you up just to bring you down
To my level
like a long time to come
How could I be so blind, baby
Not to see you were the one
I let ya slip on from me baby
I let ya walk on by,
Shoulda
getting ready to leave
When somebody grabbed old Jim by the sleeve
And this good looking girl was asking my buddy to dance
I said Jim don't do it
you don't see the ground
And in your sports car with the windows down
And the radio on and you don't stop talking
Thanks, I'll keep walking
I'm doing
Game would say
"Hi!"s name in that manner
Many years went by
Still no legitimate answer
Anyway, I put out a mixtape in 12th grade
Hub City threat, minor
"I guess you could call this annihilator's version of 'detroit rock city' meets 'highway star' meets drinking and driving! thousands of people are
you what then?
Do you really know I mean it?
Thinking of a way to say the things I feel can be exhausting
And it's you and me
I don't want a version
Committed manslaughter or
Threatened by violence
Every other time is no exception
I find
They should fucking get beheaded by
A member of ISIS
And no I'm not
Willie in that Hummer
Keep it simple stupid means numbers
Payola dough white owned black radio
Runnin' on empty help go the desperado
So I bomb
night long
Like a hit song on the radio
You already know the way it goes
All it took was a look and
I was hooked on
The way that you taking
Taking
getting ready to leave
When somebody grabbed old Jim by the sleeve
And this good looking girl was asking my buddy to dance
I said Jim don't do it
And the atmosphere be so black
And them black things be so phat
If I could I would be so glad
But if not I won't be so mad
I'm still being a man, still feeding my
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