Yeah, word Got some Remy Martin Some good-ass cigars Check it out Ayo, late night Candlelight Fiend wit' Diesel In his needle Queensbridge leader No
Headed in the right direction I can see the light of day I've got love as my connection There's an angel showing me the way Been reaching for love all
Out on a limb Did you see what the cat dragged in? Take it on the chin Catching fire on a roof of tin You've learnt to speak and you're professing The
A sullen figure walks along a dusty road His life was holy and he couldn't bear the Load He left his people and simple life behind He raised his torso
Singing hymns on roads and pavements Hungry Jims, no one saves them Walkin' north, talkin' south With firm intention I don't know what I'm talkin' about
(verse 1) I never once said F*** grime, the clock kept ticking i just moved with the times. im smarter thats why i do better, so dont act clever, the
Give me a beat! Sittin' in the movie show, thinkin' nasty thoughts, uh Better be a gentleman or you'll turn me off, uh That's right, let me tell you
Ooh, you so nasty Why you gotta be so nasty, girl (Because you make me horny) (Why you gotta be so nasty, boy) Because you get up on me Why you gotta
Okay, boys and girls We've got a list of things for you to do To make yourself a better person So just listen Be nice to your sister Talk to your grandmother
I was lost on my own Had become a rolling stone You talked to me You talked to me Holding back a lonely scream I was giving up my dreams You danced with
We're barely halfway there You're stretched out and clamped around me I don't think there's drink at home You make a little snore and shift Just keep
Run away when you are down. Pick up the pace cause you fear the sound of mistakes that are getting closer every time. Time is catching up to you. You
(Come on, get into to it, ah, do it, uh, do it like a 9 to 5) (I said do it, ah, do it, uh, do it 'til you good and tired) He-hey I was sitting all alone
Seeing the world through a bastards eyes against my life it'd feel real nice walking down corridors of ice i know that it's thin but it still feels right
What do you mean it's time. Time for me to grow up ? I don't want any part. It's right to follow my heart. The new kds ran. Ran out the back door fast
RIGHT IN THE WRONG DIRECTION WRITERS HANK COCHRAN, MACK VICKERY, VERN GOSDIN RECORDED BY GEORGE JONES AND TAMMY WYNETTE Well, your office called to say
Do you trust me, do you trust me? Do you want this pain inside? Where's your head at, are you thirsty, yeah? Do you know all the simple things that it
That's What I'm Yellin'. I'm The Shit! Fuck What You Smellin'. Stank As I Wanna Be, Bitch. That's What I'm Yellin'. I'm The Shit! Fuck What You Smellin