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Chest to chest, nose to nose Palm to palm, we were always just that close Wrist to wrist, toe to toe Lips that felt just like the inside of a rose So
The moss hangs like witches hair from the big oak tree And from across the swamp there comes riding on the breeze The sound -- the sound -- Bi-Yo rhythm
Just make it clap, just make it clap Ay yo we about to take everybody from every street And throw a party in the Grand Canyon, come on! Ah ha, yeah yeah
Eh, Eh, Eh, Eh, Eh, Eh, Eh Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh Tonight I kinda get the feeling, My girl is up to something, Something that is no good. She said
Chest to chest Nose to nose Palm to palm We were always just that close Wrist to wrist Toe to toe Lips that felt just like the inside of a rose So how
On the first page of our story The future seemed so bright Then this thing turned out so evil I don't know why I'm still surprised Even angels have their
It was painted red the stripe was white It was eighteen feet from the bow to the stern light Secondhand from a dealer in Atlanta I rode up with daddy
I'll be your love I'll never make you feel, feel alone If yesterday blindfolds your eyes I'll bring you tomorrow There's a time You feel like you're
There's a voice that cries out in the silence Searching for heart that will love him Longing for child that will give him their all Give it all, he wants
Don't wish it away Don't look at it like it's forever Between you and me, I could honestly say That things can only get better And while I'm away Dust
Hook Kush is my cologne, gone on that stupid strong Kush is my cologne, Ku-Kush is my cologne BUN B Got a swisher filled up with that one hitter quitter
it doesn't matter if i ain't got you x2 yeah yaah ooooo if i ain't got
Drop this Drop this Drop drop this this this this Drop this Drop this Drop drop this track He's a stereotype He's got the baseball cap And he's building
Into the night Desperate and broken The sound of a fight Father has spoken We were the kings and queens of promise We were the victims of ourselves Maybe
A man conceived a moment's answers to the dream Staying the flowers daily, sensing all the themes As a foundation left to create the spiral aim As a movement
My little girl Drive anywhere Do what you want I don't care Tonight I'm in the hands of fate I hand myself Over on a plate Now Oh little girl There
I used to ride up on the hill And look down at the darkened Silhouettes of tall black windowsills And my heart jumped every ledge Until one bright morning