الأغاني:
Dolby Thomas Aliens Ate My Buick

remember, I lost my memory. See, my brain is like a sieve sometimes it's easier to forget all the bad things you did to me, you did to me. my

hot sauce woman There was a fire truck attending The smoke pouring from her nose Her state of mind depending On which way the wind blowed Chili and tabasco Dripping on my

behind me: fifty, sixty, seventy miles an hour... my hand slipped inside the belt of my trousers as we passed eighty, ninety miles an hour... my hand slipped inside the belt of my

to have more you won't stop till you get it all and I would give it to you baby but the law is catching up with me Pending my interrogation and stuck