How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can
I was born in the arms of imaginary friends Free to roam, made a home out of everywhere I've been Then you come on crashing in Like the realest thing
I went down to the crossroads, fell down on my knees I went down to the crossroads, fell down on my knees Asked the Lord for mercy, said, "Help me if
I spent the winter on the verge Of a total breakdown while living in Norway I felt the darkness of the black metal bands But being such a fawn of a man
Lightning strikes Inside, my chest to keep me up at night Dream of ways To make you understand my pain Clouds of sulfur in the air Bombs are falling
Who says I can't get stoned? Turn off the lights and the telephone Me in my house, alone Who says I can't get stoned? Who says I can't be free From all
I work in the dead of night When the roads are quiet And no one is around To track my moves Racing the yellow lights To find the gate is open She's waiting
Come out angels, come out ghosts Come out darkness, bring everyone you know I'm not running and I'm not scared I am waiting and well-prepared I'm in
My chick bad, my chick hood My chick do stuff that yo' chick wish she could My, my chick bad, my chick hood My chick do stuff that yo' chick wish she
So Im just sitting in this rehab class trying to get myself unhooked on ass so then my teacher asked me a question like Ludacris are you over there sexting
Yeah Try and stop me Try and save me I want to fall Try and crush me Take me, teach me I want to fall I want to fall I want to fall I want to fall
Welcome to my sex room Welcome to my sex room Welcome to my little sanctuary You've been lookin' so good all day And you really got a nigga Pretty anxious
Ducking out my window double story from the ground from my hammock down my tree and into Melbourne town now first stop hit Kanelata to Tedesco land to
Let's get it started in here And the bass keeps runnin' runnin' And runnin' runnin' And runnin' runnin' And runnin' runnin' And runnin' runnin' And
Love is a burning thing And it makes a fiery ring Bound by wild desire I fell into a ring of fire I fell into a burning ring of fire I went down, down
The Battle of New Orleans (arr. J. Driftwood) Johnny Horton Pop Chart # 1 Apr. 27, 1959 Album: 16 Biggest Hits Columbia Legacy Records CK 69971 Transcriber
If men sleep around we some players but for women They be sayin', "Hey, ho!", they be sayin', "Hey, ho!" They be sayin', "Hey, ho!", they be sayin', "
Tall kind of people should get together With small kind of people should get together And talk to each other All kinds of people should reach out and
