Wash away the thoughts inside That keep my mind away from you No more love and no more pride And thoughts are all I have to do Ooo ooh, remember when
It's the kind of night that dreams are made of Not a cloud in the sky and the full moon above I could swear the stars have all been aligned To be leading
Well my momma met my daddy down in Alabama They tied the knot so here I am Born on the bayou on the Texas Line Loved Louisanana and raised on Jabalaya
Ooh baby, come on, ooh baby, come on, ooh baby, baby Ooh baby, come on, ooh baby, come on, can't stop me baby, come on Ooh baby, come on, ooh baby, come
Never do what they do, what they do, what they do Never do what they do, what they do, what they do Yo, yo, lost generation, fast paced nation World
I love you, you love me Walk with me, girl talk to me Be down for me, wait around for me Care for me, be there for me How many remember their first kiss
He aqui mi presencia pues he prometido que venia a verte aunque estuviera afligido cogiste el camino de la separacion y tu no sabes como eso afecta mi
* this is a remake of ed o.g.'s "i got to have it" We gonna do it like this, yo this is aceyalone Giving a big shout out to ed o.g. and the
It seems like a lifetime since I saw you Lover lover, I've been away too long When I see lovers holdings hands and sighing I hang my head for shame of
I just came in here to have some whiskey and beer And to say howdy to you all You all know me, this is Hank Williams, Jr. you see Hat and shade beard
Country music singers Have always been a real close family But lately some of my kinfolk Have disowned a few others and me I guess it's because I kinda
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Fresh, Fresh a yeah a Fresh Fresh, Fresh a yeah a Fresh Fresh, Fresh a yeah a Fresh Yo, Rednecks, Colords, Asians, Africans, Ethiopians What ever you
Yo Nate, shit is crazy, I shook hands with mad dead niggas yo, all the Niggas that used to be on the block, Ill Will, Marty, Black Ed, yo Son Mad niggas
Ohh ohhhh yeah its hot yeah whats hot you hot(now tell me somthing that i don't know) fizzoo gotta let it do what it do baby Verse one Im hot Thanks
(Dickie Peterson) You say your mama, she don't understand You hang around with a Rock 'n Roll band I guess she don't know that you're a superstar. I
Remember how we used to sit and talk it's over now and all my feelings in my chest for you they're gone somehow I look at you you look at me we both understand
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