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Hey Hey Good Looking     MaxMusic  1979  Words and Music by Mark Chrisler

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You looked so good, playing hard to get
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I showed you

around the spirit of the wild
Draw power, 
Power outages in my generation could blackout
The back up generator, I'm a renovator 
We in the house, and keep

on the ground
He's fiendin for that drip in his mouth, it's drivin him wild
She use him like a toy for a child, except I'm goin out of style
I wake up in

Just wild
I'm in your face
They got them
Poachers on me
I made
A great escape
Now I'm just by
My lonely
I want for you
To stay
Don't get get
So attached

running chasing my wildest dreams
My wildest dreams it's the wildest wild
(Come on)
(Whatcha ready for? okay)
If this was all a dream, would you imagine?

life
One of my friends died hangin himself and he aint think twice
That nigga had a child We was young just living wild
Coulda died so many nights I know

woh woh woh woh woh woh
Woh woh woh woh woh woh woh woh
Last night was a wild night
Tonight we made it again
Jolly goddess are calling
They found out

serves you well
He dug his own grave twice with the same shovel
Survived drug out the mud by my inner demons
I'm up to no good but I'm always so

I dreamed that I'd be free and I dreamed that I'd be wild

Well I've seen you walking by every single day
I've seen what's in your smile I've seen you

a fuck about it
I'm a villian 'round these parts, watch your girl
She just became my world
I might just tap it and quit it
Until I get sick of it, forget

Shorty always said she would leave
But I didn't believe her
Girl Granny always said
The grass aint greener
On the other side
Put your heart above

traps by the front door
Catch em cause he run slow
Forgetting I'm the alpha
That's a no no
Turn ya dream girl into a Go Go
Dancer on my pogo
You let

clouded by my hubris I was born to do this
Took note of every great and give thanks to Jesus
Real life bogey man I'm sick with this like mucus
I scare

don’t regret
No I don’t regret the goodbye

This is the garden I was born in
Now it is all overgrown
It’s kept by the gardener’s orphan
He grows only wild

wild 
been deprived since I was a child
damn I know it's been a while 
I've been killing them dawg 
'bout to go in on them dawg 

that's my ow! that's no

to be tall in the afternoon, as she passed by
And you want to tell her what you meant, when you said you were fine

It’s a wide world as you walk through

thankful for that
Slide, slide, slippery slide
Ms. Mary Mack
Now she dressed in black
For our eulogy
Getting wild off the Truly
White girl wasted
Adidas

wild
Time is passin by, mileage on the dial
I been making songs they're just lost in the files
Haven't dropped since February I know it's been a while

looking, when I ride by,
Fire up the platinum cookies put it in the sky
I don't know these niggas, they don't know me either
And that's the way I like it, I

to all the parties
Get recognized by all the Star Wars lovers
Is that girl from Return of the Jedi?
Is she the one who says "You wanna wanga"?
Your

my angel

A parade for pain let me run wild
We don't go for broke but we go for the style
Fifty shades of red and velvet cigarettes
You'll want to beg

gotta extra shotty
And I keep it In the trunk wit a pump and I'm ready to go
Make sure your down fall is inevitable
Even shorty mad yea she a negative hoe

float
I respond to that shit with wild laughter
Make her run her shit then run miles after
She could trip with the llama
Still Alpaca (I'll pack her)

for days
Just tryna make a wage
And I think to myself will I ever be ok
Blood, sweat and tears on your face
As your running wild and tryna get paid