I've got a feeling, a feeling deep inside Oh yeah, Oh yeah I've got a feeling, a feeling I can't hide Oh no, no, oh no Oh no, yeah, yeah I've got a feeling
: I've got a feeling, a feeling deep inside Oh yeah, Oh yeah I've got a feeling, a feeling I can't hide Oh no, no, oh no Oh no, yeah, yeah I've got a
And if you're up for a rodeo I'll put a big Texas smile on your face" I said, "Girls, I ain't as good as I once was I got a few years on me now But there
the T-shirt I slept in I'm still thinkin' 'bout you If ever I needed Miami Beach It would surely be tonight But I'm headed for Cleavland I've got to
is strong and I rise where I've fallen Though I am weary, I can't stop to rest I see the white puff of smoke from the rifle I feel the bullet go deep
to feel the heat To see how much we got, we got I still be the thuggish ruggish nigga Dressed in all black khakis, fatigues, and boots Still don't give a
of her I ain't ever seen A little sugar, a lot of spice A little naughty, a little nice She's my little butterbean The cutest thing you've ever seen Oh my little Texas
son never become a bastard I've never been the one to quit I've always been the leader But I feel this world is like a b***h and I know I don't need
I don't like cities But I like New York [Santana:] The famous places to visit are so many [Finn:] Other places make me feel like a dork [Santana:] I
of a break Like a hammock in the shade I've got this spot where it don't get much better Yeah, it's cold, it gets hot, I don't worry 'bout the weather
ain't gon' change today And if I can't knock you I bet I get her 'Cause I'm a hard workin' pimp, I'm not a quitter These hatin' lames, don't even realize
'Cause you like it tall, go and work it baby doll Now a great big girl got a hell of a grip to grab a hold of Got a lot of cash for a little love All
it tall, go and work it baby doll Now a great big girl got a hell of a grip to grab a hold of Got alot of cash for a little love All they wanna
The way you've been badgering me So I'm hiding out in the basement Wondering how on earth I'm gonna survive Well, your old man hollers I've got ten thousand
a purse, now she Louis Vuitton Mom I ain't play the hand I was dealt, I changed my cards I prayed to the skies and I changed my stars I went to the
