Lyrics:
I am bowling to Victor Trumper
And the sun is shining
And my shirt is white
This is the best day of my life
I am bowling to Victor Trumper
Hilary tells you, is not everything"
"Good, then why bowling?"
"What? What do-"
"Why-why bowling? Why would anybody do something as stupid as bowling
But she still has days
She can't hold back the tears
She misses their Monday night bowling league
When they'd wear their matching shirts
She
With average kids
And average wives
We all go bowling at the bowling lanes
Drink a few beers
Bowl a few frames
We're just ordinary average guys
in a nearby town, in a downstairs lounge of a crystal lane's bowling alley.
The alley was reserved for the nuns, for their Tuesday night tournaments;
smashing bottles trying to
Impress her
Does she really think he's all that?
Bowling Green Lane's a place you don't
Wanna be alone
If it's a packed out ride I
about how we got to drinkin'
When we told ourselves that it's gonna end
But damn, it was so worth it
I was bowling in her shirt
And now we're talking like
focus
Said you need some yeah from what's-his-name, just hit the sto', he posted
Boy, you bogus, I don't even switch lanes when I'm goin' bowling
(Boy,
your bowling balls!
Shine, shine, shine;
Up your balls
Shine up your dirty balls!
Playing pin ball won a free game;
Celebrated with a beer.
the window down, yo, he bowling ball head, he bowling ball head
(Yo, aiyo, I nigga, thrown over my shit)
Man, fuck that shit, Starks who the fuck record over
kommer
Gör en vinst som det är bowling
Ge mig ett pris för ni aldrig kan sånt
Vi sitter i en hotbox
Det fyra grabbar i den, vem vill ha nåt?
Vi alla
mitad, nena, chivato ya no hablarás
De mi bowling, I'm the last PIMP, veo a todos chin-chin, no siempre gas
Burbujas en las copas de todos mis fellas
bowling, shopping, dinner, da club, a parking lot,
That's all i got,
I can't move on,
that's all i got,
I can't move on,
That's all I got,
You'd remind me
Everybody went out to eat
Barry Gordy said, "everybody's going bowling"
We sisters came from Monongahela, Pennsylvania
There was one bowling alley, blacks
shooter he ain't a fucking soldier
Knock him over like I'm fucking bowling
An that ain't my girl but when we fuck we don't use a Trojan
And if I gotta gun
some dick (bitch), not exciting-citing, ay, ay
My AP cost six K, run up, I'm still fighting, fighting, ay (drop shit)
Knock 'em down, like we bowling
through the city
rollin' like im bowling
kissing me slowly
cryin' everytime im silly
ohh my that little girl
play this song and dance with me girl
i know
I rerocked the coke i put three holes in his
Head like i'm bowling
We don’t got to backdoor when
He left the door open
I was that nigga that gave
nobody showed
up to the social anxiety
immersion therapy group meeting
at the bowling alley
i stood there alone checking my phone
i better go home
my chaparrita that the only thing we got is just each other
I'm the type that need the walls up when they bowling 'cause I'm gutter (uh-huh, uh-huh)
and I've got you online
I'll take you to the arcade
Where we can go bowling
And we can go strolling
Yeah, in the city rolling
We listen to Beyoncé
La mano blanca es muy deportiva
con movimientos de noche y de día
y se la pasa peinando en el tocador
para ganar el concurso de bowling.
La mano
with our lies?
In the bowling alleys
In the easy living
Something good got lost along the way
We could be high
We could be higher
We could be
rocks fruit each spring
Her soil cleaves and out she brings
Her soil cleaves and out she brings
Like a once ago
Like a once swallowed bowling ball
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