But I gotta let you know I wanna get back To the old days When the phone Would ring And I knew it Was you I wanna talk back And get yelled at Fight for
Warren Harding next in line It's Calvin Coolidge; he does fine And then in nineteen twenty-nine The market crashes and we find Warren Harding, he does fine
somethin' you must know I'ma blow it out but in the morning you must go 'Cause as bad as you are, as fine as you are I can't make you my girl So take my hand, don't fight
find out that morning comes faster alone And I feel like I'm fine today I feel like I'm ready to take this on And I'll fight you to the grave for it
Got in a street fight with the I.R.S And I'm alright, took one to the chest But I'm fine, it's all coming up roses Call me the white guy with a real
and she loved me the same Has anybody ever made you feel that way? And could you really love her through the pain? Thank you for showin' me how to love Thank you for
in your draws. Don't make me sick, Don't make me cry, Don't make me sick, Or I'll get wild. And I'll get wild, and i'll wanna fight, And I'll have your ass up for
t make me cry Don't make me sick Or I'll get wild And I'll get wild and I'll wanna fight And I'll have your ass up for the whole night Don't make me
winking at your ass if I dont beg I'll be thinking bout your ass for the whole week no time for cold feet she too bad to pass, so fine I dont speak I
With a man who's in love with a man I have nothing to say about the traditional ways They're fine if they work well for you But there is something so
a word (Say a word x6) I know we can make life, make you again I know you wanna backtrack and start again I think you know I'm worth fighting for
I say Zu Woo is for the bloods With you just like I love I do it like I does And if you wanna fight, Then come on you can fight my guns Haha, Weezy man
do or die lifestyle for ransom 50 g's, need keys to free their grandson Run but you can't hide, rich is what we long for You get your wig split back,
, so I won't be waiting, anticipating for the fall. We had our time, baby, so I won't be waiting, anticipating for the call. Turn it up, turn it up for
in my pants and I need to dance Some big fine mama come and give me a chance Hey, hey, hey I got ants in my pants and I need to dance Some big fine looker
's never too late for that lovin my sexy babe I used to cry but now I have to laugh because she's got that torment to a fine art smart like a foxy and
Or let you go Now we return And for an hour these songs ignite But one it sings for you I'd love you for a night more than The memories of broken images And fights
spit on the bowl Now my head's exploding and your gun is loaded So I'm guessing I'm on a roll Well, it's a fine time looking for a wine time man And
