Lyrics:
on the road all by my lone
All by myself
You do what you told I drop what I want
I'm my own boss
Don't you call my phone it's over
I'm gone, I'm out of town(out
phone it's nothin'
Get off me
Don't touch me
Bitch U G L Y
Ugly
Need a mint or somethin'
Like real live disgustin'
Bands come by the dozen
You
of the
hunters...
And, of course, as always, the part of Bob the Janitor is played by the
accordion.
Well, that's it for the introductions. And now, the story.
dick so passionate
Doggy style, she mastered it
Basking in the ambience
I called her shenanigans
Scretched her like a rubber band
Pussy good i can't
shining in her hair
September wind tried to turn it all to dust
But it wasn't strong enough
I can still feel the beat from the band
The beach was covered in
All I gotta do is,
Simply make the greatest masterpiece ever conceived by human students
Once I am convinced that the kid's been inside the laborious
Yeah for it's a beautiful day
Lord I'm so grateful
Living in the now
Reflection of the past
Looking forward to the future
she did me like that
Now fuck it im whippin all over the map
Off skatin and flippin a bitch aint no wax
I drop it and kick it he said that it crack
Now
an awful wail
And the Lord said, Seize him by the tail
Old Moses did and it turned to a rod again
Well, the Lord said, Moses, I've got power
And I'll be
I was seventeen
Just gettin' started
Every weekend was a non-stop party
Chasin' girls and cruisin' town
It was nightclubs all through my 20's
waltzed my Matilda all over
Then in 1915, my country said "son
It's time you stopped rambling, there's work to be done"
So they gave me a tin hat,
floor
I'll walk on it, I'll walk all over you
Walk on it, walk on it, walking one, two
(Who? Who? Who? Who?)
Who took the Bomp from
pulled over and stopped at his side
He opened up the door slid in and sat down
And said my ain't it hot tonight
I studied this old man and it seemed
to make the pain stop
Thinking bout a better plan tryna be a better man
Focused cause it's all on me
Stressing over dividends knowing that these bills
the pistol? Hear the Mac-11
It's 6 o'clock right now, I want that nigga dead at 7
Got off the phone with Gucci, he told us we on the news
We all over
out what the words was
It came from a band we never heard of
But now it's the soundtrack to our life
Rolled up all day to it, ride all night
Every
the summer she was moaning 'Old lover please come home'
[Chorus:]
Now she stands out in the midnight in the moonlight all aglow
She prays to Carter Stanley
Got the grip on me, you can see it by my side
We all down to ride, we down to ride yeah
Cause I’m on top of the world right now
Watch these bands go up
hold onto these nights
Trying to find out way home by the street light
Over time we figure out this is me, right
Learn a lot about your friends right
education
And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by
Backstreet
I mean we juice it like a bunch a Russian athletes
All full of acne at a fuckin' track meet
You be thinkin' that I made it over night, you may
I'm coming over
Bitch I'm coming over
Thumbing through a check
While on exotic smoke
I started depending on my high
Now I can't cut it off
You popped
the sauce (drip drip) designer the shades designer the pants designer the shoes feeling a grand running up bands to much counting hurting my hands its not no
floor
I'll walk on it, I'll walk all over you
Walk on it, walk on it, walking one, two
(Who? Who? Who? Who?)
Who took the bomp from
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