Jammer, but now I gets down and wreck shit with the Foreign Objects.. Yeah that's right, the Foreign Objects [BROther ?uestion] Ahhh yeah, now two check, two
by now you knew the score But you missed the point just like before And this guitar can't keep from crying (this) guitar, it can't keep from crying This guitar
on my mind Your eyes shone like two diamonds And so did mine - Another lifetime * Everything I wanted Everything I needed I just went and got me scored
Bitch im back on my grizzy, Young money where ya at?, Two tables and a mic, Tell the Dj run it back, Bitch im back on my grizzy, Young money where ya
a fresh painting of my head Then I hung out with a king and a queen And the queen put me down with her polo team The way I scored points all around
Shitfaced Written by Dropkick Murphys I play in a band, we're the best in the land We're big in both Chelsea and France I play one mean guitar and then score
I play in a band We're the best in the land We're big in both Chelsea and France I play one mean guitar and then score at the bar There's a line of
face, sneakers wit no lace I feel the earth spinnin' but I'm standin' in the same space" Wit no trace of what happened last night I seen two fiends fightin
King Kong, King Kong Elvis from the body shakes from the hipbone Quarry St. kids in leather take Hamburg Creole was sharp but his guitar was acoustic
LIL Wayne Back on my Grizzy Lyrics Bitch im back on my grizzy, Young money where ya at?, Two tables and a mic, Tell the Dj run it back, Bitch
rock King kong King kong Elvis from the body shakes from the hipbone Quarry st. kids in leather take hamburg Creole was sharp but his guitar was acoustic
every day bringing the same and so you Go out looking for some strange new games Well, pretty soon you don't know the score anymore. All right now........... (guitar
every day bringing the same and so you Go out looking for some strange new games Well, pretty soon you don't know the score anymore. All right now........... (Guitar
son, he's no match, let that grafted wizard have it 'My Liquid Sword slashes straight through Dr. Strange's Magic' Another hero down, and now the score is two
six I got plenty of things need to fix A bigger chest and dimples in my face With those i could be pushin seven to eight Guitar in my hand add a point to my score
range anymore They closed down the bunkhouse and had locked the door Now there's oilwells and motels and folks by the score But there's nobody home on the range anymore [ ac.guitar
two lines is killin', or incarceration Murderation, closed casket cremation Closest you got to prison was seein' barson television But I'ma go long as this thug phenomenon Pass me a bandanna, two
I was listening to a guitar, bass drum thing Started hearing chest screech, thought I had a gut strength Then I saw a big band, right on the pavement