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I think we got somethin Hey, It's my girl Hannah , And IYAZ on the track right now (Hey, Let's go) Today were gonna get this, Today were gonna get this
I think we got somethin Hey, It's my girl Hannah, And IYAZ on the track right now (Hey, Let's go) Today were gonna get this, Today were gonna get this
You gotta help me out It's all a blur last night We need a taxi 'Cause you're hung over and I'm broke I lost my fake ID But you lost the motel key Spare
Comparisons are easily done Once you've had a taste of perfection Like an apple hanging from a tree I picked the ripest one, I still got the seed You
You change your mind Like a girl changes clothes Yeah you PMS Like a bitch, I would know And you overthink Always speak cryptically I should know That
He looks at me in wonder Looks at me in fear Wrestling with his anger His pride and stony tears To place me in his life Will be hard and slow Does he
It was a slow day And the sun was beating On the soldiers by the side of the road There was a bright light A shattering of shop windows The bomb in the
Tom, get your plane right on time. I know your part'll go fine. Fly down to Mexico. Da-n-da-da-n-da-n-da-da and here I am, The only living boy in New
I think we got somethin Hey, It's my girl Hannah , And IYAZ on the track right now (Hey, Let's go) Today were gonna get this, Tonight were gonna get
[Chorus:] [Tha Joker:] I on't like them thongs let me see ya in ya boy short, I on't I on't like them thongs let me see ya in ya boy shorts [Soulja Boy
This was never the way I planned, not my intention I got so brave, drink in hand, lost my discretion It's not what I'm used to, just wanna try you on
There's no mistake, I smell that smell It's that time of year again I can taste the air The clocks go back, railway track Something blocks the line again
Alright Go Yeah We gonna make you loose control We gonna make you loose control We gonna make you, we gonna make you We gonna make you loose control
Voted most likely to end up On the back of a milk box drink Looks like I'm lettin 'em down 'Cause seven seventy-five isn't worth An hour of my hard working
If you want me The cherry on top The pick of the pack The creme de la crop If you want me you beter do better than that tonight Oh oh If you want It takes
Remember when I dove into the crowd And I got a bloody knee under my skin A mark from wiping out It brings back the memories Every bone's been broken
I leave the gas on, walk the alleys in the dark Sleep with candles burning, I leave the door unlocked I'm weaving a rope and running all the red lights