Lyrics:
know what to do with my time, with myself
Without you, baby
Hmm, guess what
I know this will knock you dead but
I even went out and got a gig
Oh,
Baby, you just a teaser, why I'm sick in love with you?
I can see you don't mean me no good, baby, by the things that you say and do.
You makes me
made in bed
Lord have mercy on you
Chivalry is dead
You got a lot of nerve to think,
To think that I'm still down
While you've taken me for
body when I'm dead and gone
You may bury my body, hoo
Down by the highway side
So my old evil spirit
Can get a Greyhound bus and ride
baby bye-bye
Hey I'm gonna leave it up to you baby
So long
baby bye-bye
Well you know my love will follow you
Mmm 'til the day I die
Till the day
and the airplane did fly
Oh, Ravi Shankars music made me cry
The Who exploded into fire and light
Hugh Masakela's music was black as night
The Grateful Dead blew
the trill O.G.
I got the neighborhood soul
Kush is dead I'm gettin' blowed
Ridin', bangin', gettin' throwed in the candy painted low
Chrome grill in
into bed.
And if they steal your nuclear secret
You'll wish you were dead.
[Chorus]
Singin' too roo la, too roo la, too roo li ay.
Singin' too roo
did me wrong
But if you had stayed I'd be dead in my tracks
You know I still love you baby but I sho' don't want you back, no no.
Oh, tonight I'm
Coca-Cola came and bought it
For billions, what the fuck?
Have a baby by me; baby
Be a millionaire
I write the check before the baby comes,
Who the fuck
and the Airplane did fly
Oh, Ravi Shankar's music made me cry
The Who exploded into fire and light
Hugh Masekela's music was black as night
The Grateful Dead
by myself, see
Ladies in stones, Baby Capones, livin' wealthy
Pictures of my birth on this earth is what I'm dreamin'
Seein' Daddy's semen, full
They ask how do you sleep at night I reply like a baby, bitch
I been outchea doing me by myself nigga no special features
It's all about the Benjamin no
know what to do with my time, with myself
Without you, baby
Hmm, guess what
I know this will knock you dead but
I even went out and got a gig
Oh,
a bottomless bag of tricks
I was born a blank baby and the world's here to fill my head
I'm still a blank baby but the world would rather see me dead
I was
really should leave your man i ain’t being pushy (ur mans a pussy)
I know im no boyfriend material but styll eating you out like cereal
Runnin’ from
Pressed my lips on your sun-burnt skin
On a road by the river bend
Standing underneath the dead end sign
We swam around underneath the moon
baby not a playa
He's with me everywhere
And when I'm feelin' down
He tells me baby stay up
He's always straight up and never will we break up
He'd
got to work all over
When I get home I start all over
Half dead by the end of the night
But it's what I got to do to give my man a good life
Good
got to work all over
When I get home I start all over
Half dead by the end of the night
But it's what I got to do to give my man a good life
Good
This liquor, nine months ago swear I'd make better decisions
I would drink by the liter of kittens, my liver bleeds while
I'm checking out instead
of a chair
A moment a second was over
He lifted her fair golden head
A moment the baby's left trembled
Then poor little blossom was dead
I'm dead headin' down from Tulsa
Goin' back to San Antone
My baby called me up this morning
Begging me to come back home
Haulin' high hopes
the whole time she's gone
But oh, the next time my baby leaves me
Peoples can't you see I just got to have me a part time love
Whoa, whoa, I'm talking
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