Lyrics:
out to Paraguay
Or California for the weekend
I'm with Sack and Juvie
So you gotta bring about three friends
Don't flex, don't pretend
You know we
promised land dear
All our lives I know believe me
Happiness would be ours if for only three hours
On a desert island in my dreams
Ya-tya-da tya tya da
for the moment, we ain't speakin'
She with her man, she'll be back by the weekend
I'm fuckin' all these hoes to the weekend
I'm partyin', and going out
tense
Funning gunning, but I'm summing up the nonsense
Three, the hard way, cards laid are okay
Gettin' up and settin' up, just for a payday
type of a sign
Take a nitrogen nine, man, that's why I'ma give it up
Wrists stay glittered up, every weekend did it up
But tell me why, live for what
, oh, oh, oh
(I don't speak German but I wish I could) without the Scheiße yeah
I-I-I-I-I-I don't speak German I-I-I but I can if you like
dance dance now the beat's really hot)
Dance (dance) dance (dance) dance (dance) yeah
Oh
At a weekend dance we like to show up late
I play it cool
figured
I got my hand on the motherfucking trigger
What I saw'll make your ass start giggling
Three blind, crippled and crazy senior citizens
I live by
shatters into smithereens
She shakes her head and
Looks at you and says, "ain't you good for anything"
And you say,
Every week has a weekend
By this
tense
Funning gunning, but I'm summing up the nonsense
Three, the hard way, cards laid are okay
Gettin' up and settin' up, just for a payday
As I stand by your flame
I get burned once again
Feelin' low down, I'm blue
As I sit by the fire
Of your warm desire
I've got the blues for
you say to me
Live your life for today
Dreams are just fantasies
Waste your time and you pay
Oh, but some time ago
I was on my own
By a green
time to slow it down
October 21st, Lavelle came to the world
Followed by three more boys and then a baby girl
Momma loved me, T.T. Uncle Jay
Loves
worries
Did he hear a good-bye? Or even hello?
They are one person
They are two alone
They are three together
They are for-or each other
Stand by
?Sileste?
3:by our orchestra, Paul Sileste
1:rego maestro, allee
2:prego maestro, vada
3:please maestro, go
1:suno otto, suno otto di catania
2:sono Otto,
(Adrienne Follese?Jane Bach)
You and me baby, can meet for the weekend
To solidify our plans
We'll follow a jet stream to some place exotic
All
- Oh my God, stand by
- No, I said the wrong word
- Baby, it don't even matter, ha ha eight-two
Oh, I mean, um, eight-five
Oh, eight-five oh
the world)
Aha, I got a story to tell (All around the world)
Check it out, c'mon
Chorus
What do you mean, John 3 16?
For God so loved the world, every man
And the people hide their faces
And they hide their eyes
'Cause the city's dyin'
And they don't know why
Oh, Baltimore
Ain't it hard just to live?
Oh
will come [Repeat x 3]
Will come
Reach for the starlight
Reach when it calls you
You, you are the reason
If you want
You are the answer in
figured
I got my hand on the motherfucking trigger
What I saw'll make your ass start giggling
Three blind, crippled and crazy senior citizens
I live by
like the weekend
One night, two cups
Three drinks, no fucks
Didn’t cost, so what?
Did it all for us
Can't remember anything
Did I have a good time?
table
Where you live should not decide
Whether you live or whether you die
Three to a bed
Sister Ann, she said
Dignity passes by
And you speak
as my oath that I live by
Don't even know what we're fighting for
Oh, what a cutie, here comes Officer Dave
Reporting for duty, a cut and a shave
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