Lyrics:
Hey, hey
Hey what's happenin' erybody
I hope they get my good side
You know I gotta look good when I walk out the house
You know I know
Woa-oh-wo-oh-way-oh
Sorry, Chardonnay
He's ours now
Woa-oh-wo-oh-way-oh
Sparks in the house
Sparks gonna fly in the house tonight
Gotta wave bye-bye
ain't
The feeling that I had before you took me right down
I ping you when I start to get a short high
Short amount of time before the birds fly by
for me
It's time for me to live somewhere else where there's no crowded houses
Just birds singing songs
And you know that I'm a sing along
Like a sing
Dropped a tab, got high at the show together
Spelt our names turned the stars to letters
Yeah, we found love in a crowded desert
Sometimes I still
gold
And gold is worth nothing at all
Stuck where we were when the music stopped
In crowded houses or alone
And as the waters settle and clear
We see
gold
And gold is worth nothing at all
Stuck where we were when the music stopped
In crowded houses or alone
And as the waters settle and clear
We see
off
To live by himself
They say goodbye
And wish for good health
A crowded bar room scene
And a woeful dream
Wide
It's like the thought
In the back
drive right by your house
Maybe catch a glimpse of you
You may be the wrong way
But I'm wrong more than I'm right
And I don't know what to do
I try
crew, every last one of 'em
It's gettin' crowded in here, some acts got to go
Let's start by eliminatin' groups that can't flow
I better meal my deal,
the writing on the wall
Check mate
You're Too late
We're gunna
Line up em
Take em down
One by one
Don't mess around
You're in our house
You run
And hide
It's OK - just another day
She went out with an old friend to a pub in town
The friend brought a mate that didn't like her face, tried to boss her
Rockin' Los Angeles, House of Blues in Sunset
Performin' like an orgasm, my girl ain't even cum yet
Seen her by the side of the stage givin' me energy
Yo yo yo
I grew up in the 1980's
In a four bedroom house
My family, my grandma,
Three or four aunties
Uncles and brothers
In and out
John Roy was a boy I knew
Since he was 3 and I was 2
Grew up 2 little houses down from me
The only bad apples on our family tree
Kinda ripened
Yo yo yo
I grew up in the 1980's
In a four bedroom house
My family, my grandma,
Three or four aunties
Uncles and brothers
In and out
de mile Jerry don't need no associate
Me chat by meself me no combinate
Me study very hard because me want graduate
Up de MC ladder I man
both sail that once ran dry
We'll be chased by stormy clouds
But if we drown we have made it out
We built our house on the cold river floor
But among
because he was cornball
I remember keeping him in my dungeon with a leather suit and a
Orange ball in his mouth, I had some foreign broads in his house
to catch yer eye
Never wants a passerby to pass him by
Servant to the poor, butler to the great
Comforter, philosopher, and lifelong mate!
Everybody's
to escape from the smoke and the haze
She took me by the hand and she said “look mate”
“There's no such thing as the Hooker-on-the-Lake”
Hooker-on-the-Lake,
brigade
I was open to rain and crossed by the rain
Open to pain, crossed by the rain
I strolled all alone through the fallout zone
Came out with my
Standing between Joy and Pain borderline
I'd like to dance and maybe make romance
But my soul mate I need her to shine
Tonight
Waiting for someone
drinks, nothing too hardcore
So I get there, and it's a crowded room
And I can't wait to leave, but it's still too soon
The music's alright, and there's
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