Lyrics:
got to be a bad boy
Okay, come out and play
Ya'll clowns Need to get down
Or get out the way i'm a live round
Shot to your head by Doc Dre ain't too
amazes me, I'm branded on my feet
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
sheltered from the storm
That's raging on now
I'm out of touch, I'm out of love
I'll pick you up when you're getting down
And out of all these things
the money
Take me back to Tulsa, I'm too young to marry
Take me back to Tulsa, I'm too young to marry
Aw, look out, man!
Mr. Louis Tierney, now
Aw,
Ooh, Mr. Todd
I'm so happy
I could eat you up, I really could
You know what I'd like to do, Mr. Todd?
What I dream
If the business stays
high
These days it ain't easy for a working man to get by
I can't help but wonder what a man suppose to do
I got those hard breaking escalatin' high
Watching girls passing by, it ain't the latest thing
I'm just standing in a doorway
I'm just trying to make some sense
Out of these girls passing
don't even know me
Breaking a part of my heart to find release
Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace
Breaking a part of my heart to find
Cream man (Cream)
I'm sellin' ice cream i'm sellin' ice cream
Mr ice Cream man (Ice)
Mr ice Cream man (Cream)
Mr ice Cream man (Ice)
Mr ice Cream man
Watching girls passing by, it ain't the latest thing
I'm just standing in a doorway
I'm just trying to make some sense
Out of these girls passing
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In
the shower
Are stuck in my head
Like "Bring Out Your Dead"
"Breakfast In Bed"
And experience robs me of hope
That she'll make it back home
So I'm stuck
Tick, tick, tock
Yo Check it out it's your boy Don Cannon
You've just experience A Matter of Time
Presented by my Homie
Mike Posner, and DJ Benzi
sheltered from the storm
That's raging on now
I'm out of touch, I'm out of love
I'll pick you up when you're getting down
And out of all these things
wish that you did
Might retire on the profits
First of all I'ma empty out all of my Mrs. Butterworth jars
I'ma put 'em on a shelf with my 800
I dance in my underpants
I'm gonna run for government
I'm gonna form a covers band and all
A-back there by the baby grand
Did Mr. Winter
there's a part of me to hit the wall
Leaving pieces of me behind
And I feel like I'm breaking inside
Out here, nothings clear
Except the moment I decided
name is Mr. Shady
Children, quiet down please
Brian, don't throw that (shut up)
Mr. Shady will be your new substitute
While Mr. Kaniff is out
name is Mr. Shady
Children, quiet down please
Brian, don't throw that (shut up)
Mr. Shady will be your new substitute
While Mr. Kaniff is out
the O's
Know they call me Mr. Treat Your Nose
Keep the O's, nigga keep the O's
Know they know me by treat your nose
Look, UFO, bow, land
Skrr landed
quite confusin' Hey Mr. Papuh-mon time to go home / Norman Henny I'm sorry I hurt you That's all I can say / Henny Who knows this whole episode Just
been taught from the beginning
Would my fears now by winning?
I'm questioning my own equation
Is my own equation relevant somehow?
The flags are
Can you feel me?
Hey you, don't help them to bury the light
Don't give in without a fight
Hey you out there on your own
Sitting naked by the phone
I'm a mister too
And you're givin' Mr a bad name
Mr. like you
So I'm taking the Mr.
From out in front of your name
Cause it's a mr. like you
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