Lyrics:
can't change
I'll always be the man that home made
Home made me love a dirt road
Home made me crave some ice cold homemade
Sweet tea only mama knows
can't change
I'll always be the man that home made
Home made me love a dirt road
Home made me crave some ice cold homemade
Sweet tea only mama knows
more
[Chorus:]
Homemade music down in the passion pits
Homemade music lots o grits but no hits
Homemade music is part of my philosophy
Oh
a night I'm almost dreading
No store bought gifts to open, but there'll be Christmas just the same.
It's just another homemade Christmas in Kentucky
Just
He heard I got that good good now he got it bad
I heard around the hood hood that he gotta bag
If that booty homemade
Shake it like you ho made
If
treat
Finger clinic in the baccy of them jeans
Homemade yeah I like it homemade
Homemade yeah I like it homemade
Oh yeah
Butter it up
You know ima spread
Know I think you're awesome, right?
Our rules, our dreams, we're blind
Blowing shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite
Our friends, our drinks, we get
Oh, oh.
Oh, baby.
I love cookin' with honey.
I love to make you feel funny.
I love the way you do.
I want, I want it with you, yeah.
Homemade
Homemade love just like mama used to make
Homemade love that's what she used to say
You can satisfy frustration and the same old one night stand
But
Homemade shit, just make more damn sense
All that other dumb ass shit, can really eat a thick ass stick
Homemade shit, is always built to last
It's
Know I think you're awesome, right?
Our rules, our dreams, we're blind
Blowin' shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite
Our friends, our drinks, we get
Homemade Pie
Homemade Pie
Pie
Pie
Pie
Homemade baking
For morning breakfast
Baking, baking, baking
For breakfast
For breakfast
Big Delicious Pie for Morning
to the talking faces
'Cause there is nothing they could say
They can't break down the walls
This sweet love has made
Sweet love has made
'Cause homemade love
Is
Ez itt a ps2 buli
Öltöztette a turi
Homemade, Gödöllő, nyolcadik kerület
Most kezdődik a muri
Ez itt a ps2 buli
Öltöztette a turi
Homemade, Gödöllő,
Holding tight making love all night
You and me and a little bit of homemade sunshine, oh homemade sunshine
Boogie on down on the dance floor
That's
You see me doing videos on the Instagram?
Looking happy as a chappie
I'm homemade
I'm homemade
I'm homemade
I'm homemade
Yes I'm
I'm homemade
I'm
will reap what the naive sowed
I got something locked in here you oughta quickly learn to fear
You wouldn't want the jet to suddenly explode
Homemade
Homemade Dynamite
Shitten blower opp som homemade dynamite
Dynamite
Jeg lever livet som en bad ass motherfucker
Du kaster blikket som en psycho
Og
disrespect
DYED
Feese Dj Damage
Four wings shrimp fried rice
Homemade lemonade can you please add ice
Poke a hole in my top
Poke a hole in my top
Poke a hole
[Title: Mama's Homemade Dress]
[Words: Barry Denson]
[Music: ]
[Verse 1:]
Mama's homemade dress, hanging on the line
c patchwork of colours, like
Homemade love just like mama used to make
Homemade love that's what she used to say
You can satisfy frustration and the same old one night stand
But
comes down in the end
Cause I'm a homemade heroine
I took your lies and I flipped them
To make the hell you're living in
Keep looking for a reason
Cause
the Loser's Homemade Love Retreat
Loser's Homemade Love Retreat
Lots of games and endless treats
We'll have a ball of fun and most certainly want to leave
Homemade of cuisine
I feel I can go strong
At my homemade kitchen
Homemade of cuisine
I feel I can't go wrong
At my homemade kitchen of blues
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