Lyrics:
I don't think it's going to happen anymore
You took my thoughts from me, now I want nothing more
And did you think you could just take it all away
Tonight's the night when we forget about the deadlines
It's time
Uh-oh
I don't know about you
But I'm feeling twenty-two
Everything will be alright, if
of a matchbox
Roaches live with us, wall to wall
You've killed all our leaders
I don't even have to do nothin' to you
You'll cause your own country to fall
of a matchbox
Roaches live with us, wall to wall
You've killed all our leaders
I don't even have to do nothin' to you
You'll cause your own country to fall
Big thangs, thick chains, ain't shit changed
Get brain in the four-dot-six Range
Shit mayn, switch lanes
Every town I hit you switch lames, bitch
deliver fool
No who the fuck are you
I'm Kid motherfuckin' Rock from the old school
Got more money than Matchbox twenty
Get more ass than Mark McGrath
Roaring twenties, tossing pennies in the pool
And if my wishes came true
It would've been you
In my defense, I have none
For never leaving well enough
've been your slave, baby
Ever since I've been your babe
I've been your slave
Ever since I've been your babe
But before I'll be your dog
I'll see you in
to me?
Twenty Four Seven, stay here with me
Twenty Four Seven, throw away the key
Twenty Four Seven, I don't wanna be free
You get by if you kiss
've been your slave, baby
Ever since I've been your babe
I've been your slave
Ever since I've been your babe
But before I'll be your dog
I'll see you in
deliver fool
No who the fuck are you
I'm Kid motherfuckin' Rock from the old school
Got more money than Matchbox twenty
Get more ass than Mark McGrath
've been your slave, baby
Ever since I've been your babe
I've been your slave
Ever since I've been your babe
But before I'll be your dog
I'll see you in
slave baby
Ever since I've been your way
I've been your slave
Ever since I've been your faith
But before I be your dog
I'll see you in your grave
no one can break
And yippety-yippety-yippety-eye-oh, by-golly
She's never giving, but how she takes
She's got twenty-nine diamond rings
Got, got,
"Wendy's called by th eway, they told me that you're fired."
Woah oh oh, Woah oh oh
So wreckless for all these years
Woah oh oh, woah oh oh
I crash
Suspended in spiral sounds, sounds of circular breathing
I'm a kite on a silver thread, daring lightning to strike me dead
Harsh echoes of things you said
closed it down
You could find me there every Friday night
Twenty years ago.
I worked the counter at the drugstore down the street
But nobody's left
Yeah I'm tired of sighing
Tired of worrying you too
But I made up my mind baby
What I'm gonna do
I got my clothes in a matchbox
I'm gonna
turn that truck around right at the Georgia line
And I count the days and the miles back home to you
On that Highway 20 ride
A day might come
of you
I've been sleepin' so long in a twenty-year dark night
And now I see daylight, I only see daylight
Luck of the draw only draws the unlucky
Can't stay out late, can't have no fun, twenty one (twenty one, la la la la oh)
Folks say you have to be twenty one, twenty one (twenty one, la la
It's sadder still to feel your heart torn away
One look at you and I'm out of control
Like the universe has swallowed me whole
I'm 20 miles out
It's sadder still to feel your heart torn away
One look at you and I'm out of control
Like the universe has swallowed me whole
I'm 20 miles out
no one else had even seen
Behind the dash in Mary's crumpled up machine
A little matchbox circled by a rubberband
And inside the ring from Walter
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