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wondered where we all came from.
And then mum said, "Dad, you know it won't last for long,
Before you know it, Summer's gone."
So alone.
Summer's
those who lie here know just why they died?
Did you really believe them when they told you the cause?
Did you really believe this war would end all
When the day is over,
I like to ease my mind
By jucin' up my system,
With the beat of a heavy kind
I smack a bottle open,
I crank the hi-fi high
over some bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this every day, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did with
over some bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this every day, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did with
I'm in the car right now, I'm doing ninety on the freeway
Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka
You dare me to drive?
You know the song by Phil Collins,
Same bars by the show, you know
One show, what you get for a tar, you know
You want my face on the wall you know
Fuck niggas' motive was my motivation
together
Then you put your hands upon my-
I know it's really bad, bad, bad, bad, bad
Messin' with my head, head, head, head, head
We drive each other
That's a lonely bridge to cross
Oh I did what I had to do
I had to find somebody new
Who's helping me get over you
I know you've never ask his name
to you how long you let his memory stay
And do you really want to carry on this way
I can tell by the look in your tear-filled eyes
You need somebody
left by the
Time we got to bed baby, that's a shame
You were so obsessed
With writing the next best American record
You did it all for fame
You did it
That's a lonely bridge to cross
Oh I did what I had to do
I had to find somebody new
Who's helping me get over you
I know you've never ask his name
The heat is on (Are y'all really ready to die)
The heat is on
Have your mother ready to cry
The heat is on (High)
The heat is on (You know)
The heat
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
The heat is on (Are y'all really ready to die)
The heat is on
Have your mother ready to cry
The heat is on (High)
The heat is on (You know)
The heat
to make sure my people gettin' by
Brunch with some Qatar royals and my cup is all oil
You know it's real when your niggas will take the fall for you
All
Rich pussy this turn you inna sultan (me know)
Bad up di buddy, man haffi send on di money
You know a lotto pussy this and if you get it, yuh lucky
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
magic might be real
I can't get to you from your garden gate
You know it's always locked by the magistrate
Now, he don't care why you cry, he thinks
Yeah
You know, technically
I'm not even really supposed to be here right now
So fuck it
Might as well make the most of it
(Amen) yeah
(Amen)
magic might be real
I can't get to you from your garden gate
You know it's always locked by the magistrate
Now, he don't care why you cry, he thinks
of money for the fragrances you wore when we were dating
And I sold some lemonade just to afford them
I know it's not a really good occasion to be bargin'
Did you ever see 'The Texas Chain Saw Massacre'?
Horrible, wasn't it?
You know people ask me, "Is it really true
You know where you live in Texas
Is
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
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