Lyrics:
of little games no one will ever takes the blame
For the bad only the the good
So be yourself no need to fake it for life's no more then what you make it
Man, I can understand how it might be
Kind of hard to love a girl like me
I don't blame you much for wanting to be free
I just wanted you to know
belly, my you look so sweet,
My big fat belly, my you look so sweet.
I musta just a had sumptin good to eat.
Kayla Bell, Kayla Bell, don’t be gone so
hørte han sa:
Det var dumt for Johnny
Opp ned som en oompaloompa
Eg har vondt i magen klager hele dagen lang
Ta tilbake det du sa, ja
Ta tilbake det
the family headstones
Drag a bag of dry bones
Make good on my back loans
So if I come to your door
Let me sleep on your floor
I'll give you all I have
what it was
Little ecstasy, fucked up on the drugs
Sexy little freak, they ain't gotta know
Oh, you so bad, but the pussy good
Oh, you so bad, but
the best is still yet to come
'Cause even when my days in the world are done
There's gonna be so much more than only the world for me
Anybody, can you
a cold world but you ain't even leave a sweater
It's a cold world, but Ian even have a chance
Speak to Johnny everyday, it might be time to grab ya hand
My prime time is Einstein state of mind
I fell like time is not passing by
Trying to be on the track so i can be the perfect guy
But lately
spring a leak, she mends me
I don't have to speak, she defends me
A drunkard's dream if I ever did see one
Good luck had just stung me
To the race
Everybody's Talking About The Good Old Days Right
Good Old Days Good Old Days
So Let's Talk About The Good Old Days
Come To Think Of Us As Bad As We Think They
rather go
I got the radio up, the wind in my hair
The dog in my lap, So how could I care
It seems that I am different got a soul like Johnny Denver
I’m in all black Johnny Cash
They wonder how did I last
Nobody gave me a pass
Now I get paid in advance
Survived the deadliest crash
When I went through
The cavalry's a-coming to save the show tonight
Just like in a movie, the ending must be good
We'll ride off into sunset just like I said we would
Sing
knowing who to trust
No, He's wondering why we still can't be
In this world He gave us
It's about time that we submit to the master plan
And bring all
(hustle), hustle (hustle) hard (hard, okay)
Hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle) hard (hard, this the good)
Closed mouths don't get fed on this
everyday
When on earth did we all go astray
Kinder times are one good act away
Live each day, as though you're here to stay
I might be incorrect, if not, I
give me all her money
She used to spend it all alone
'Cause her man went and did her wrong, so she
But baby I'm not trying to be the one
I got my
You better be home
Yo, whats up, this is Mary,
I'm not home, leave a message, peace
Yo mary, it's Puff, pick up the phone nigga
Hey yo Mary,
How can I be drunk?
You strike with dry poison
I am possessed
Still engaged in some kind of advanced shackling
Girl you got to find you the man
Good things are on their way now
It won't be long
Now you'll see things aren't so bad with someone who
Only wants to be the best for you
And if you let
low
yeah and a box of twelve gauge would be all the rage
when I'm all liquored up and I'm feeling good
Well just down the road there was a place called
(real)
Shoppin' and spendin', I don't got no limit (damn)
Fuckin' him good, throw it back, I be killin' the money
Keep countin', one hell of a feelin'
Had this good feelin' when I got up today
Like everything was cool so I went on my way
I guess I walk with a bop so then this profiling cop
Now
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