Lyrics:
told to have a record shoved up your ass?
But I
I'm gonna lose my fucking job over this
Do you know why Dre's record was so successful?
He's rapping
record)
(They gotta understand me)
That's how I feel, I'ma do whatever I like (it has no place in our society)
I-I'm not a role model or nothin'
(Let
of a broken record
I didn't know what I had till you left
Since you've been gone my life's been a mess
I'm sorry, sorry, sorry I'm too blame
The times you
seven in the N.M.e.
Now the Melody Maker want to interview me
And ask about my politics and theories on religion
Now my record's up to number three
seven in the N.M.e.
Now the Melody Maker want to interview me
And ask about my politics and theories on religion
Now my record's up to number three
This could be suffering
This could be suffering
This could be pleasure
This could be pleasure
I'm unaware of any difference
I'm unaware of any
a record scratch as I scream
"Who's afraid of little old me?"
You should be
The scandal was contained
The bullet had just grazed
At all costs, keep
told to have a record shoved up your ass?
But I
I'm gonna lose my fucking job over this
Do you know why Dre's record was so successful?
He's rapping
It's some heavy stuff, I can't get enough
Girl your love's a drug, I can't quit it
I'm a broke record, a broke record.
You've got my heart-heart
I know our love is over you've made it plain to see
But just for the record did you ever love me
I hope that you'll be happy I'm gonna try to be
But
When the Kingdom comes, he puts his records on
And with his blistered thumb hits play
And with the volume up he goes and fills his cup
And lets
Have you got my latest record project?
You got my latest record project
Not something that I used to do
Not something that you used to
Not something
resurrect him, summon the killer
The almighty G.F.K. let's begin
Let the record spin
Let the record spin
Let the record spin
Let the record spin
Ay yo I'm
through Christ Jesus
I'm ready, for the fight of my life
Start the record...
Doin' God knows how, and I'm stuck here
Havin' a record year
Your leavin' left me goin' crazy
I'm countin' on a needle to save me
I drop it in
mine ought to come with a warning
Can't help it, I'm in love with love
I got a track record
My past is checkered as the floor of the diner on Main
Like a broken record
Anger sucks, but at least your brand's trending
Dude, you must get tired
Well, we were buds, but now I'm unfriending
That's
changing his name,
But I'm gonna tell him it's the same old game.
Put another record on
Round and round and round and around - oh
Ah - see him smile.
There ain't no more L.A
You know L.A. burning
You know this rap game is Boring
I'm here no more octone
Bitch I told ya I'm always Getting paid
All those pretty memories
I know you can hear me now
For the record I love you, I love you
All those pretty memories
I know you can hear me now
Mr. Record Man, I'm looking for a song I heard today
There was someone blue singing 'bout someone who went away
Just like me, his heart was
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