Lyrics:
Grabbed that bitch by her hair
Drug her across the ground
And took her up to the highest diving board and tossed her down
Sorry coach, its too late
the Jack of Hearts
Rosemary combed her hair and took a carriage into town
She slipped in through the side door lookin' like a queen without a crown
She
the Jack of Hearts
Rosemary combed her hair and took a carriage into town
She slipped in through the side door lookin' like a queen without a crown
She
bin!
Hurry, we have to get the mercury out of the old thermometer
They have through the north-facing doors to the left
By the shoe-shine boys in
eight
'cause every little dollar counts
Makin' my grit's
And tryin' to get my mail on so fuck a cop
He'll get dropped if he steps wrong
I'm the bad guy
church
I'm going
Bad, bad, bad
Disperse
I'm going
Bad
Feel me out now
[Hook-Charmelle]
This life I live
Ain't extra
No angels to
Stand next
with a piece of
Shit like you for another day
This battle is like the
Alpha versus the Omega
Yeah you the start of it all
But I have evolved and became
were no match for the Jack of Hearts
Rosemary combed her hair and took a carriage into town
She slipped in through the side door lookin' like a queen
realized something the other day while I was filling out a new profile for a dating app that I've never been referred to as the girl next door. I don't know
passed by
So we gotta toast one time for the bad guy
Guess we Gotta Say Goodbye to the bad guy, bye to the bad guy
Too sweet for life for the dude was mad
the fuck you live
I don't give a fuck what they say about ya
We gon' pull up on ya
We gon' see ya about ya
Now your body rotting
It's three bad guys in
impeded in your head! You're dead on contact
The headline in the post the next day reads, "Man killed by best friend"
People cut the article out and they
it by the book, I was in it for money
I never stole, never lied, I never hurt anybody
The definition of a good guy stuck in a bad scene
Growing up,
of Hearts
Rosemary combed her hair and took a carriage into town
She slipped in through the side door lookin' like a queen without a crown
She fluttered her
You want it? I want it
We want it. Let's do it
You want it? I want it
We want it
Good guy with bad intentions
You're a bad girl with good dimensions
food
Della counted it three times
One dollar and eighty-seven cents
And the next day would be Christmas
There was nothing to do but fall on the bed
could not break the string of bad luck
a day where Murphy's law takes over your life
and you just can't seem to do a darn thing right
and when the day was
to Get Better
Or
Wild Wild Woman
By Your Smith
Or Forest Whitaker
By Bad Books
Do you have any regrets?
Oh yeah
Plenty
I've seen these music docs
The next town is 125 miles away
And these very words came into his mind. He said
By the time I get to Phoenix, she'll be rising
Oh, and she'll find
asshole to girls (man)
And I just really wasn't the brand of guy that would get the girls
I had no facial hair, just curls
And all my friends had kissed
Say, do you remember that guy Larry next door
Well, he always was the neighborhood clown
Like the time he pulled my pants off
And he took those
just could not break the string of bad luck
A day where Murphy's law takes over your life
And you just can't seem to do a darn thing right
And when
just could not break the string of bad luck
A day where Murphy's law takes over your life
And you just can't seem to do a darn thing right
And when
can't tweet that I wanna kill myself
But if I put it in a song that shit goes hard as hell
So what the fuck is up?
You deserve a couple bad hair days
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