Lyrics:
We are paid by those who
Learn by our mistakes
"'The Working Hour' was thrown
Together during, um, rehearsals
- erm, rehearsals for our last tour erm
Yo, yo, DJ Offbeat
Remember, I'm gone, up down under
I might trip yeah, um
She look, she look good as a motherfucker
But I can’t remember her name
tonight I got me a hot, come on
Now let me talk to ya, girl
For your um, for your information, baby
I'm that winner, you need to go and ask somebody
winter days
Out with an 'F' you go to frigid winter days
blow by the, blow by the snow
Ba ba e ya um ba ba bae ya um ba a
Mrs. Smith has gotten old
Um Um Well Excuse Me
Um Um Well Excuse Me (Boii)
Um Um Well Excuse Me
Um Um Well Excuse Me
Um Um Well Excuse Me
Um Um Well Excuse Me
Um Um Well
stupid
Booming on the west-side
Um Um Well Excuse Me
Homie screaming safety
This the code we live by
Hands in the sky n****
Donu0027t you even die n***
Meet me outside of my palace
Don't need no approval, girl, you valid
Let's make out right by my violets
Don't watch me do it, close your eyelids
Anyways, this song was written by our friend Glen Shirley
Um, hope we do your song justice Glen, we're going to do our best
Inside the walls of prison my
Here's a song
Here's a little punk rock song for you
A little punk rock called
I think it was written by the Ramones
In the early 70's
Maybe before
You know, like the message Ann made on the Voyager Golden Record, you know?
Guided by voices?
Um, anyway, so I'm gone
So be here, I'll be with you
wide awake (awake)
And I wanna stop by (come on over)
So can you get up and get out of the bed?
'Cause I wanna see you
And I've been wonderin'
Can
A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong
always thought you'd be by my side, mam
Now you're gone
What I want to know baby, what we had was good
How come you don't call me
Anymore, yeah?
the world every day
With a deedle-um-dee-dulay
Little melody that is making
The world, world go by
When you walk down the street
With a happy-go-lucky
tem fronteira, não tem fim Vai coração renascido e cheio de um novo amor
Lyrics by Susanna Stivali
on my face and put my hands upon a cup
And said, um, "Mirror mirror, on, the wall
Who is the top Dogg of them all?"
There was a rubble-dubble, five
Your number, won't store it
Call me, I ignore it (hello)
I might get a 'Rari, 200 I floor it (Rari)
I was broke yesterday (yeah)
I was rich by
I was hanging out with cato
Listening to some music
Yeah... Yeah
... ooh
I'm trying to get to know you too
Yeah maybe I'll come by
crew
Sugar gingerbread chocolate chip and snickerdoodle
Plate um pick the best ones for santa made by me and you
Family now a cookie crew
The cooookie
at weights
by da time he come home he should have saw like a million chickens
while um dis drug dealin nigga takin like 50 whippins
playin with raw
talk it don't bother me
If you don't like me unfollow me
I hit you up and you turn to a ghost at most you'll be back by Halloween
When I get my funds
the wires,
And then he'll be layin', right by the preacher and the choir,
Catch um before I do, T.I. go and handle your biz,
When you see me holler at me
Considerably less than usual
Usually, by now there's someone in like the
Sixth row who's like
"Shut the fuck up! Stop talking
Play your songs! Play 'Closer'"
Corcovado
By cntonio Carlos Jobim
Um cantinho e um violão
Esse amor, uma canção
Pra fazer feliz a quem se ama
Muita calma pra pensar
E ter tempo pra
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