Glad you came, glad you're here. Have some champagne, imported beer. Dig down in your dirt bag and roll us out a spleef. Been erect here now for thirteen
Glad you came, glad you're here Have some champagne, imported beer Dig down in your dirt bag And roll us out a spleef Been erect here now for thirteen
Think of all the cups of caffeine That we've shared And all the hours We've spent together I wonder will our ideals change? Will we be this close forever
[lil wayne] Eagle, eagle carter man In a 96 regal contraband On my way to the east to the laundromat Got to wash dat money and get on my ass Gotta Flip
A lot of people love that Jerome Did you know he missed his comb? All his life was in pain Made us laugh, he never did complain Brother Sam was more than
Here's that shit, yaknahmsayin'? As we bounce it like this For those who don't like it Hey, yeah, yeah Yeah yeah, hey Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, hey Yeah
Well I brought my rockin' chair, put it in my back yard My baby went away and left me, and that ain't all She left me reelin' and a-rocking, talking
I wanna bathe in milk Eat grapes Robert deniro sit on my face. I can't sleep for thinking Send my head a reeling I wanna go to spain Spend nights Just
Listen - There is no use in trying to explain Listen - Is it your fault she made those cuts again? To let out blood she thought it made her bad Or maybe
Oh, I see you lookin' from the corner of your eye As I put on me make-up, hoist me skirt up high I won't be comin' home tonight, just so as you know Lock
somehow i have given up. on this in my life. all i seem to find here. is wasted time. of the all the hopes i have killed. one won't die easy. life
The squirming coil of sunset, I keep within my reach Tried yesterday to get away and hitchhiked to the beach I saw Satan on the beach trying to catch
Scented a rose, and as the shocked machines still scanning pavements screen, ground with siren eyes. Sounding through blinding sight. Piecing of pieces
Bugs in Billy Bob's bed! Billy Bob's bed! Oh yeah, Billy Bob's bed... You know you're wasting your time yeah... You drove me out of my mind yeah... You
gasp for air as the fact hits home another goal blown one down no more to go whatever will I say to explain this slip up fucked up and I've hitched my
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Latimer/Hoover Watching the bobbins, go up and down. Fine Irish linen for a ladies gown. One shirt a penny, seven in a tag; ten hours a day and
Oh, give to me a winding stream, it must not be too wide Where waving leaves from maple trees do meet from either side The water must be deep enough to