Lyrics:
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I call her, but oh hold up
Y'all know what? ignore button
Or the phone die, lets hope for it
That Damier bag I bought her
Caught the attention
Good morning, good morning
After a while you start to smile now you feel cool.
Then you decide to take a walk by the old school.
Nothing has changed
I smoke good like a Rastaman
All around me, I'm on point like a octogon
I'm the optimum, I'mma be eating
Until my belly stick out as far
It's a sure fire cure for the blues
Hey you ain't got nothing to lose
Come along with me
To the Peach County Jamboree
Well all you gotta do is say
(Egan)
We can make all your wildest dreams come true,
There's nothing that we couldn't do for you.
There's no use sitting on the fence
When you know
of a lot
I believe most people are good
And most mamas oughta qualify for sainthood
I believe most Friday nights look better under neon or stadium
[Ludacris (Chris Brown)]
Luda!(yep)
S.g.!
Chris breezy (it's me)
[Chorus]
I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls
I know I know
too
And we don't care just what you do
On with the show good health to you
Petina, start the show attwo2 o'clock
Oh if by chance you find
if I sent you down the fare
But by then it would be winter, nothing much for you to do
And the wind sure blows cold way out there
Four strong
Spending these lonesome evenings
With nothing to do
But to live in dreams that I make up
All by myself
Dreaming that you're beside me
I
to turning
And the goose has gone to fly
And bridges are for burning
So don't you let that yearning pass you by
Walking man, walking man walks
Any other
know darn well
We got nothing to put on a clean white suit for,
What we need is what there ain't no substitue for
There is nothing like a dame,
in these lonely arms of mine.
For she needs me to give her love and understanding
Some good old fashioned love and nothing else
She needs me
in awe
Of all that You are
I stand in awe of You
Everything unto You
Everything held by You
All of our hope is in You Jesus
Nothing compares
Morrison, all of them ended by Hollywood
Thank God for Hollywood
Hollywood
You sure you want this, baby?
Hollywood, it's the most addictive drug in
know darn well
We got nothing to put on a clean white suit for,
What we need is what there ain't no substitue for
There is nothing like a dame,
a K-Mart dress, now you're
designed by Dior
Oh my... you must be good for something
You're much to good for me
Porn imagination
Boobs on every station
You
the good outweighed the bad
Now you say that you've grown tired
You want to be by yourself a while
It would be a shame if you should go
And find that freedom
a k-mart dress, now you're
Designed by dior
Oh my... you must be good for something
You're much to good for me
Porn imagination
Boobs on every station
You
there from the start for me
And your love's always been true as can be
I give my heart to you
I give my heart 'cause nothing
Can compare in this
I got four good reasons why I can't go back there again
She had skin like a statue, milky white and pure
Carved by an artist whose hand is demure
there's room enough here for two
Stay the night, I'd like to spend it with you
Stay the night, why don't we call it a day
No on can stop us, and nothing
Sister moon will be my guide
In your blue blue shadows I would hide
All good people asleep tonight
I'm all by myself in your silver light
I
Good for nothing
I don't need you by my side
Good for nothing
I don't need you by my side
Good for nothing
I don't need you by my side
Good for
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