Lyrics:
Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka
You dare me to drive?
You know the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About that guy who could have
stupid old bug
That kills only love
I want to be good
Is that not enough
So play me the song
That makes it so tough
Another nail for my heart
Ayo, this song is dedicated to all the happy people
All the happy people who have real nice lives
And have no idea what it's like to be broke
and nobody around
"Your songs sound the same, you'll never make a name for yourself"
But I've been scraping by my whole damn life
And granddaddy worked
Everybody need a partner
To stand right by they's side
Not only down through the good times
But also down through the bad times
Everybody need a partner
Cheap cut satin and bad perfume
Showtime is almost here
Teased up by a strip cartoon
Laughing up your sleeve
Sniggering in your beer
He'd seen
couldn't name
Driven towards the darkness by the devil in his veins
All around the honky tonks, searching for a sign
Gettin' by on gettin' high
some green
Wrote a big hit, a number one song
But by then, my girl was long gone
So your girlfriend is a dancer, she makes love for money
Used
it here
I can make it anywhere, yeah, they love me everywhere
I used to cop in Harlem, hola, my Dominicanos (dímelo)
Right there up on Broadway,
and you're not alone.
'Cause Nancy sure loves you and she's gonna take care of ol' Jones.
[Chorus]
So cry on my shoulder and let's both get over the bad
She thinking That I'm bout to make her a love song
She thinking that I'm bout to make her
She thinking That I'm bout to make her a love song
She
and listen to them old sad songs (them old sad songs)
If you're gonna make a bad decision
You shouldn't make it on your own
No, friends don't let friends
helped me figure out another plan
It got bad, so bad
Nah, I ain't fucking love that, man
Then I hopped out in a new zone with my Louis bag
True story,
My songs are merely dreams visiting my mind
We talk a while by a crooked stile,
You're lucky to catch a few.
There's no magic wand in a perfumed
movin' extra on songs, fakin' rep
Only breakin' bad in the lab, thought y'all was makin' meth
Niggas makin' threats and I laugh, that's 'cause you ain't
won't put dollars where the hustle is born
You know our politicians, they love to perform
Acting and singing that government song
How they love America
and I
why did Bob Marley have to die
why you wrote a song say No Woman No Cry
Tribute to Bob
hammer it, hammer it
one love
from the Brothers in
friends seem indifferent
You must have brought that on
Old bonds have broken down
Love is gone
Ooh, love is gone
Written on your spirit this sad song
Sure
Yah
Sure
Yah
One Pac two Pac three Pac four
Four Bob Marley three Bob Marley two Bob Marley one Bob Marley
Biggie Smalls Amy Winehouse Little
Bronx Style Bob is in the house, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Hen-Gee is in the house, what you wanna do, homeboy? (Party!)
My man Shaquel is in
She was born with a song in the air
In the summer of 85
The clouds just went and the day became so bright
A child of love angel like
With
the day
I let him walk away
And I want to be by his side
And I need his love and pride
And I need him
And if you see him
Tell him I'm begging
I'll do
haaaaair do
I wonder if Crystal Gayle has ever had a bad dream about being trapped with Ted Koppel,
And Mary Travers. Being chased by a wild pack
is chilled by winter's breeze
I keep on remembering the day that you came along
And since you left, well I just sing the song
Winter melody,
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