Don't give up on me tonight We've come this far, we've made good time And all the light of the world is somewhere else We drove all night in this old
What if I was wrong were you right You strung me out so long I won't fight our innocence is gone It's time for moving on and still I wonder And when
Diddleys rhythm He changed it into handjive and it went like this In a little old country town one day A little old country band began to play Add two
son even worse gotta brick in his ear.and i just left da mall spent a brick on da gear. got a brick right here and a brick right here.if you add it all
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them grams Money make a bitch fuck a geek on command Yeah, see that sounds good right? I know you smucks just want a piece of the good life Start your little band
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isn't just about friendship This is family right here And that's a bond that can't be broken You know what I'm saying How do I feel about my band of
needed the warmth of a man The gold turned cold in my wedding band It's just a ring on your finger when there's time on your hands When I add up all
Miss Thing with this ring But if I wasn't Tech N9ne Bitches wouldn't even wanna be with Tech N9ne If I did no music, then would you respect mine This wedding band
borough of dem B.K. niggas Where we rob for the fun of it, hustle for the drug of it Rap money in rubber-bands, just for the love of it Straight from
train with no car license, So he boards with an expired ticket has a swipe, Gets a fine cos the change he got don't add up right, We're talking about
bib And I suspect those described as driven Are usually driven by their mum or their dad And motivation something you work on If you cant spell properly or add
bands, who don't mix with pop punk bands, who don't mix with indie rock bands, who don't mix with rock and roll bands, who don't mix with girl rock bands
Love and hate was in the air Like pollen from a flower Somewhere in April time They add another hour I guess I better think up a way to spend my time
just fine, sail away with me Hoist up the mainsail Add a little bam to the ginger ale And head on straight down to Mexico Rockin' the boat with the band
Show a little more, Show a little less, Add a little smoke, Welcome to Burlesque. Everything you dream of, But never can possess, Nothing's what it
song is more than words can speak . . . They helped me win your love to heaven hold . . . Sweet memories in gold. When the band played rock and roll
