We got the afternoon You got this room for two One thing I've left to do Discover me, discoverin' you, oh One mile to every inch of Your skin like porcelain
(Shanell Verse) Baby, Can I come over and play You probally the type to fuck and never call again They say I'm crazy, cause I gotta get a taste then I
rubbber bands bouncing left to right up and down call my boi right now let em kno wats goin downn look at these rubber bands x4 bouncing left to right
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My body is a cage That keeps me from dancing with the one I love But my mind holds the key My body is a cage That keeps me from dancing with the one I
The judge found me guilty of wrong doing And sentaced me to hang in mid-July He said to me "Your lifes a ruin" "If I was you I'd breake right down a cry
Guttermouth is a really good band, but they like do hand jobs everyday. Yeah, Guttermouth are a real good band, but they like to give those hand jobs
See the soul singer in the session band Shredded to ribbons beneath a microphone stand Felt the quickness of pity like a flash in a pan For the soul singer
Well, now they started skinny minnie and it turned to ginny ginny With the dizzy miss lizzy blues She smiled while we were strollin' and I knew that I
Feel it stabbing in the air You talk to me of reasons Why you don't care You're always pushing harder I can't get no rest If I could just remember Remember
And so it goes We mouth your words When your tongues are too paralyzed We finish up the peanut butter jelly That you get on your router but never eat
Jay! Fuck that, this is it right here baby! You know what it is Yo, I used to have bad luck, now you might see me in a Jag truck Mad stuck, either with
Yeah, Valentin (Chrous) Baby when we make love and when we're done you leave scratches over my body ??? You leave scratches (on my back) Scratches (
Don't you come near me cause the Devils sittin' next to me I drink my drink and smoke my weed and pop my extacy Then add some GHB and mushrooms to the
I can't get that trumpet out of my head I can't get that trumpet out of my head I woke up and I can't get that trumpet out of my head And you say you
Have you heard, have you heard, There's a new tooter in with the Tin pan parade, Pass the word, pass the word, 'cause it's some toy trumpet brigade.
What have you done to me? I can't eat, I cannot sleep And I'm not the same anymore, no no I don't know what to do 'Cause all of me wants all of you Do
Like this... On the road for forty days, Last night in little rock put me in a haze. Sweet, sweet connie -- doin her act, She stole the whole show and
