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Gonna stress, I'm such a mess
And I'm gonna rest
Baby, just maybe that's for the best

I'm stuck here just wandering 
Things have been fuzzy lately
Can't

In the morning
I saw your
Little Fuzzy Boots
Leaving footprints
For me to follow
Back to you
I could lay here
Lay all day
In the evening I hear your

stealing hub caps

Wasted all the time 



Fuzzy Dice

Bongos in the back

My ship of love is

Ready to attack 



Primer mi carucha (Chevy '39)

Going to El

Ya ya ya ya ya

ahhhahahhhhhhhh

Ya ya ya ya ya

ahhhahahhhhhhhh

Fuzzy dice & bongos

FUZZY DICE

I got 'em

At the Pep Boys . . .

can't see me, my wrist on froze (Noooo)
Every time I'm in the C you know I'm getting to the doe, hello (Aye)
While yo chin looking fuzzy (Fuzza fuzzy

Chocolate Milk that's my old flow 
Always carry like Mariah 
Got two cannons like Mariah 
You wildnout that's Nick
Get This drumline Quick 
Fuzzy Beard Savage

could ever be the same
One of these days
We’ll hear that sound again
Sit back, wait’ll it falls in place
That fuzzy feeling, can’t describe it
But save it

Cause if I stay a little fuzzy
I can keep her off my mind
I had no way to tell
That it’d turn out quite this way
I guess I’ll sit here on my sorry ass

I can get the curse out
Drink too much, it’s gettin’ fuzzy, startin’ to blur out
Do you see the pain in my eyes? Probably not, try to hide it
Don’t

Come on sing!
Chorus:
This place is fuzzy inside 
This is distorted reality
It's fun, its fine 
It is distorted reality

Where is my mind 
I've lost

My life a dvd, I watch it play right before me
The quality a little fuzzy  im lacking hd
The thought of thinking, now I got the fucking heeby jeebs

What you see
Is what you get
What you hear
It's never clear
Sticks and stones
Are break your bones
Fly high
And drop like bomb

Everything's fuzzy

Ball, Bloody Mary, Fuzzy Naval, Cookin' Sherry, Mudslide, Margarita, Whiskey Sour, Straight Tequila, Screwdriver, Hurricane, Shirley Temple, down

sounded more like King’s X. 

Our mastery of notes is kinda fuzzy. (It’s the last song of the night!) 
It’s funny when the playing gets too sloppy.

foolin’ Got me foolin’ foolin’ till I’m done I’m done
Now t’night You are rulin’
 Ya’re rulin’
Ya rulin’ me t’night t’night
It’s gettin’ kinda fuzzy when ya

time for fussing
There's only time for fucking
And the night ain't gettin' fuzzy
When we gettin' back home
I'm not the type that's leavin' you behind

Girl, corrupt me
Take me roughly
Make me slightly
Warm and fuzzy
Til I'm coming
Stomachs empty
Yes, I'm hungry
Bitch, you know I'm hungry

Girl, corrupt

charm
You hold me close into your arms

You are my Christmas Angel
The Christmas tree, you hold my hand
How was this none of this planned
Fuzzy socks

the one you need, tonight

If you let me come in, we can figure it out
No more secrets to hide, nothing fuzzy to feel

Driving down the highway
65, I must

Disco Beat

my my, body’s edge gets blurry 
my my, senses all get fuzzy 
demons, are you taking on me 
can’t you see, little darling
the club lights

speak
The way that you hold me
It makes me complete
I love the way you dance
The way you make me laugh
That warm fuzzy feeling
With you it's just that

that I've got it, but it's really going sideways
I tried to do it my way, but couldn't do it anyways

I was like a hallway, so fuzzy like a Monday
Livin'

this gal brings a special kinda
warm and fuzzy feeling.
Each day the knowing hits deeper,
she’s a keeper.

She’s no ordinary flower,
got a dash of super

time for fussing, there's only time for fucking
And the night ain't gettin' fuzzy when we gettin' back home
I'm not the type that's leavin' you behind