Lyrics:
Well there's something 'bout a woman with my T-shirt on
Hair in her eyes and no make up on
Standing there smiling with my coffee cup
Yeah, there's
Woke up in my t-shirt, your hair is a mess
You might not believe me, but I like you best
Just like this
So gon' give me what's on your lips
Blood on your shirt and in your hair
It kind of hurts when you're
(Here and) not there
Stop dreaming and start screaming
It's so hard trying not to care
in your hair got
Your shirt shook badly
Your facial hair is all mangy and patchy
And your bloodshot eyes look
Like they got acne
You name it, I been
shit, cause I don't care
I told shawty swing her hair
And this shirt, I got from Saks, bitch I cannot be broke
Niggas they be talking shit, but that shit
pushbikes after dark
Baggy trousers, dirty shirt
Pulling hair and eating dirt
Teacher comes to break it up
Back of the 'ead with a plastic cup
Oh, what
pushbikes after dark
Baggy trousers, dirty shirt
Pulling hair and eating dirt
Teacher comes to break it up
Back of the 'ead with a plastic cup
Oh, what
I knew a man Bojangles
And he'll dance for you
In worn out shoes
With silver hair and ragged shirt, baggy pants
He would do the old soft shoe
He
I recently set myself on fire
And lived to tell the tale
An interested party asked me why now
But i couldn't answer
His t-shirt collar
Chest hair
Well there's something 'bout a woman
with my t-shirt on
hair in her eyes, no make-up on
standin there smilin with my coffee cup
yeah there's somethin
from the stage
With black hair and a Smiths shirt
Meat is murder
I asked her if she had a boyfriend, she said no
I asked her if she had
Put a comb through my hair
Ripped jeans and torn t-shirt
Take my hand and we can impress this world together
Heartfelt like Jerry Seinfeld minus
on the same page
Long hair or short, dress or T shirt
Still I'm the prettiest, smartiest, boldest, baddest
Baddest, baddest, baddest
Baddest, baddest, baddest,
Who's that girl
My names on her shirt
With the colorful hair
And the looks that hurt
I don't wanna flirt
This ain't what you want
Heard about her
In
There's just something about her
Hair cut short in a band shirt
She cries in the bathroom
I hope I see her again soon
I tell myself again and again
She's
yeah
Empire shirt and my brown hair, "We oussiiiide" like the town fair
In my downtime I'm on cloud9, I blow out chron and keep clouds near
And that's
sees her
He's lookin' right at her
She thinks about it
Sixteen blue jeans Abercrombie t-shirt
Shoes purse hair tied back and you should see her
She's
runnin' through their veins
Silk shirts, leather suits, hair always fresh
Eelskin boots, large hearts, though their sizes vary
Bankrolls that take 2
can?t resist her
Standing there with her long brown hair
In that Che Guevara t-shirt
As the contents of his wallet show
His plan?s a little sketchy
Hair all over your shirts and shit
You lil junky ass bitch
Yeah ho
I'm innocent, innocent
I'm innocent, innocent
I'm innocent, I'm innocent
I'm
I knew a man Bojangles and he'd dance for you in worn out shoes
Silver hair, ragged shirt and baggy pants, that old soft shoe
He'd jump so high,
dark black clothes
Red and blue lights on my stone
Go back to being unknown
Relax your hair
Tuck your shirt
Put your glasses on
Play your guitar
picture
Who says I can’t wear glitter in my hair on my shirt on my shoes on my lipgloss
Do my own thing don’t need a ring got enough ring-ring from my exes
the park looking at your face
With your sun-bleached hair and my shirt around your waist
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