Lyrics:
elixir in my Winehouse
Hold up, man time-out
Reject the Jin, never within before I sign out
The time's now, they see the team eating they wanna try out
I
and just thrown out
Of your house by an angry
Spousе that caught you cheating
Got you feeding all on the bus
Get on thе bus and try to get puss
It’s not me,
Till the break of dawn
We go all night long
Smoking cigarettes while you laid up in my bed
Sip don perignon
Got us feeling gone
Baby you the one I
it's worth I got the right net
Sittin' here excited by some shit that ain't write yet
No regret, live by a code you don't know 'bout
Y'all niggas
spread on
American Eagle walls
Preppy bitches runnin' them halls
Screamin' he's gonna kill us all
I'm not Upchurch
I'm the director of the movie Saw
Dark
(For you)
That's all I wanna do, so just put your trust in me
I could write you love songs in my room
Sing for you with my guitar girl, play your tunes
I
I've worked too hard for my illusions
Just to throw them all away
I'm taking time quiet consolation
In passing by this love that's passed away
I
can spend tonight I have vodka and Cigarettes ( Vodka and Cigarettes )
I got you back tell me yours so I can tells all my secret ( tells all my secret )
[Slug]:
7:30 AM, Alerted to life by a song on the radio
The evening is over
Another morning, another opportunity
To do something progressive
Was an emperor to us, nothing more, nothing less
And he power-tripped just like all of the rest
And he was still in power when our schools were ruled by
and mastery
The ultimate form of treason is the treacherous use of reason (the treacherous use)
Employed by the bastard sons of American fore-fathers who keep
them watching television
See me on a mission
Always get pay on dimensions
Depart your way and make your session
Coming to tha studio
Make a good song
surrounded by friend who have walked in his shoes
At the American Legion Post 82
A guitar and a song brought him to Nashville, TN
But he pawned off his Gibson
my bedroom
Writing songs about the kids we were
That was then and this is now
'Cause I'm feeling younger
But I'm getting older
Is this the American
On a fifteen minute break
We shared a cigarette, a long kiss
Then she stood there by the stage
All night by the stage
Man, what can I say
She loved me
alive
Fueled by heartache and heartbreak
You lit a cigarette and burned my ashtray love
I can't rock out to this song by myself
Playing a song you'd sing
that necklace off
Smoke all the cigarettes you want
And keep writing stupid songs
But don't ever forget about me
I take another
Despite your best advice
Your swan song unsung
Cos mama used to blame
It all on Hollywood
Blame it on American nightmares
Blame it on a world moving too fast
Two faced too blind
singin' songs, singin' songs for the lonely
Well the girls with the room keys
They know all his words by heart, by heart and they all sing
Lovely girl,
singin' songs, singin' songs for the lonely
Well the girls with the room keys
They know all his words by heart, by heart, and they all sing
Lovely
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This Salva
to light the bong
I'm too stoned to write this song
Light my cigarette and
I think that Bert Susanka made me drink
Load the box and then pump that shit
I'm drunk by noon,
But that's O.K.
I'll be president someday.
Light my cigarette and
I think that Bert Susanka made me drink.
Load the box
to light the bong
I'm too stoned to write this song
Light my cigarette and
I think that Bert Susanka made me drink
Load the box and then pump that shit
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