Lyrics:
Judgement day's around the corner
There's no better time that tonight
So come on
chorus
written by Dave Polich
c 1989 McJames Music BMI
We went out last night
Like we swore we wouldn't do
Drank to much beer last night
A lot more than we wanted to
There were girls from Argentina
Here we go again
I kinda wanna be more than friends
So take it easy on me
I'm afraid you're never satisfied
Here we go again
We're sick like
is more merciless than the first
And you ain't gotta wear no shoes and shirt in this bitch to get served
Bloodthirst, revenge of the nerds, chka
cottage cheese
Fuck the smooth shit, I get down wit the boom bip
Like Q-Tip, I kick more styles than Bruce shoes kick
But tonight's the night what I
how are you?
Well I would send them but I know
That it's just not enough
My words were cold and flat
And you deserve more than that
Another
say it all without making a sound
I know were running crazy, usually two different ways
But we need more than a quick kiss and a wave goodbye
I need
bars for you dumbbells
Since yours ain't working out
Each verse is more merciless than the first
And you ain't gotta wear no shoes and shirt in this
sub', harassing
I'd count my blessings, but I suck at math
I'd rather wallow than bask, sufferin' succotash
But the antacid, it gives my stomach gas
in the city)
I think you know that you are more than just
Some fucked up piece of ass
Got to be a way, some way
Got to be some way to make
never cared 'bout shit until I had my son
Met some new niggas that kept it more realer than some of my day One's
But I ain't mad at you, I'm just
should know much more of it
Off the wall, the bed, the floor of it
Hey teach me tonight
The midnight hours come slowly creeping
When there's no
honey
Baby let me by
Yeah move over honey
C'mon let me by!
I'm gonna show you baby
Chance is more than your eye
Well eat my dust
Let's have
to me
(And your smile) And I can't feel nothing else
(Have never been more beautiful) But your lips upon me
(Than with you here tonight) Sky high bring it
on the James (uh-huh)
St. Patrick's day, the tint match my safe
Only see me when I sang, Donny Outthaway (it's the only time)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah
been a little thirsty
She was more than just a booty in a skirt she
Walked a way I caught up to her in a hurry
I said "Can I at least know your name
I never wanted to be
A man of mystery
My life's an open book
by James Joyce and Agatha Christie
Sometimes I get confused
Somewhere around
in the city)
I think you know that you are more than just
Some fucked up piece of ass
Got to be a way, some way
Got to be some way to make
tear
Your disappointed cries, were more than I could bear
At eleven at last, when we got into town
We arrived at the show, but the curtain was down
I
If Young Metro don't trust you I'mma shoot you
Last night took an L, but tonight I bounce back
Wake up every morning, by the night, I count
call a referee?
'Cause I just need one
More shot at forgiveness
I know you know that I made
Those mistakes maybe once or twice
By once or twice
I mean
we both got hot
Now check it, I got more Mack than Craig and in the bed
Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy
No need to be greedy I got
fittin' jeans
In my mind she's still a lady, that's all I'm gonna say
I knew that I'd been broken by the time we parted ways
And I know I held more
my blessings, but I suck at math
I'd rather wallow than bask, sufferin' succotash
But the antacid, it gives my stomach gas
When I mix my corn with
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