got no sense And I'm gettin', yes I'm gettin' so tired A you trucking my blues away Yes, I'm gettin', I'm gettin' really tired A you trucking my blues
, my boy Because you're all I have, my boy You are my life, my pride, my joy And if I stay, I stay because of you, my boy My boy
Fare thee well, my ramblin' boy May all your rambles bring you joy Yes, fare thee well, my ramblin' boy May all your rambles bring you joy He was a man
I was young and I was stupid, I had just turned seventeen I took my hits on a dumb road trip to Nashville Tennessee I packed my antihistamines and Tupperware
Pushing through the topsoil, I'm blinking in the light Shading my eyes from the morning sun I just wish that I could still see the world sometimes The
. I've got the blues, I've got lifts in my shoes, And I'm scared of the countryside. I can't sleep 'cause I see spiders When I close my eyes. I've got
I have weapons and battle plans But in my heart I know I can't ever protect you from Things I don't understand And when I hold you in my arms It scares
to be friends But it's hard sometimes To be friends with something that eats butterflies And pencil sharpeners And I think it would be happier being free My tiger my friend My
're my boy Keepin' you inside so they don't see that you're my boy Keepin' you inside so they don't see that you're my boy My boy, my boy Where's the
gellar melissa joan hart and sarah jessica parker but this song won't change anything i'll still be alone in my room stroking my cat
to fuck like an acrobat. She's my queen. And wait for worship to begin. She's my Marilyn and I'm her Joe Dimaggio. She is my queen. Where
to roll My, my ugly boy My ugly boy My sweetest joy My ugly boy My ugly boy My sweetest toy My ugly boy, boy, boy My ugly boy My sweetest joy My ugly
I can tell she want me, And I want her too, My girlfriend she want her too, That's my bitch that's my boo, They both fuck me like prostitutes, Shawty like my
getting my arms swole my swagg is outta space similar to a warmhole dunkin on the game like Stephon Marbury I gotta red Aston Martin i call it my strawberry
money And put my team on and now my whole clique stunning Boy wat's up, yeah? Boy wat's up, yeah? When I was nine years old I put it in my head, I'ma
so full of love I am so full of hate I am so full of these feelings That turn me every which way Then I opened up my mouth, I'm a cloud And these words
Sometimes I wonder, torn between my heart Torn between my heart and my mind And I feel my body to see if I'm in If I'm in tune with what I find But I
time You?re so beautiful, you?re so beautiful You?re so beautiful, you were beautiful Your fur's so white, your patches are brown There?s a stillness in my