't tell me, don't tell me I don't really need to know You seem to think you have it all Anyone would be at your beck and call And if I would swallow a million pills It
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don't tell me, don't tell me i don't really need to know you seem to think you have it all anyone would be at your beck and call and if i would swallow a million pills it
to do so I just kept on loving you On the day that we threw it all, God bless the day we threw it all away Yeah, we threw it all away
push come to shove, I just stand up and scream fuck 'em all Man, it feels like these walls are closin' in This roof is cavin' in Uh, it's time to raise it
Fuck with the money, it get ugly as coyote Okay, I'm reloadin' better pull it if you tote it I buy a pound, break it down, and put it in a stogie Swagga
S.P.N but when that show end She All On My Skin, Lotion, Slower Motion, Roller Coasting, Like Back Forth Hold It (Hold It)..... hold it she pose like
out names, names, for sure On a bathroom wall I wrote I'd rather argue with you than to be with someone else I took a piss and dismiss it, like fuck it
made her hips, it'd make her flip I prefer a lift of my chopsticks Oh stop it Let the dancer take money outta your pocket She can move it and drop it With her clothes on, it
and rant While drinking whiskey although risky 'Cause he'd spill it on his pants It's eighteen seventy-seven And the Democrats would gloat But they're all
s as he tries to sing All the words in the English language A slight mistake at the F's Here's what it looked like Facial and faction and fractal and
Drown All over Your Radio, see me in Your Stadium Ask anybody, Ima Rep this for the ladies Though, Watch Your Tone around me, Don't push my Buttons,
, pop me you'll really roll Nighttime, daytime, I can give it to ya both Anytime you want it, I can give it to ya that's for sure Keep ya up all night
want to I own it and the amplifier Everybody is getting tired Of pushing buttons on their radio Where was it wrote down They got to cram it down our
, big chains I stuck my dick inside this life until that bitch came I went hard all fall like the ball teams Just so I can make it rain all spring Yall
make your bedrock, girl I can make your bedrock I can make your bedrock Okay, I get it, let me think, I guess it's my turn Maybe it's time to put this
't believe it, I just made a mistake Well parents are the same no matter time nor place So to you all the kids all across the land Take it from me
floor Everything remains the same, might spit-talk to it Then "Change The Game", might Crip-Walk to it But never Harlem shake it, Harlem make it, Harlem break it
