Lyrics:
It's really quite simple.
You just mingle! That wicked plastic man.
Doctorin' the house
doctorin'
Ah
sure is cruel of you cats to leave me all alone
By
old dance that you want to do
Oh, let's dance, oh let's dance
Hey baby, if you're all alone
Baby you let me walk you home
Oh, let's dance, oh let's
alone.
Then quite to his surprise
Passing there before his eyes
A girl unlikely, gently laughing by the shore
She had unlocked his heart and let his
I'll always remember that sad sad day
I thought the world had ended
When that train pulled away
I was just a little boy scared and alone
I had to put
finna be
This, that, and the third
Boy did I learn, tables turn
Billy Holiday burned down to play when my nerves drowned my focus away
Swerving in
will die alone
You should have ran me out when you had the chance
But now I'm here to stay
The man in black said boy don't take your guns to town
Everybody knows how the story goes
I was hanging with my friends
You were all alone
I thought you would talk to me
But you were on the phone
I
Boy, meets girl you were my dream, my world
But I was blind, you cheated on me from behind
So on my own I feel so all alone
Though I know it's
lies an empty feelin'
I'm about ready and good to go
Well I can do this club, I don't really know
I done it so many times before
And now all alone, I'm-a
Boy, meets girl you were my dream, my world
But I was blind, you cheated on me from behind
So on my own I feel so all alone
Though I know it's
finna be
This, that, and the third
Boy did I learn, tables turn
Billy Holiday burned down to play when my nerves drowned my focus away
Swerving in
When you walk right by my side
Everything just feels alright
All the stars are shining bright
I feel lucky
When I'm hanging out with you
your grey cell.
Sleep little boy, sleep.
Know that your Mami thinks of nothing but you,
longs for nothing but you, and is searching for you.
Sleep,
hanging out
Doing stuff without him now
No girlfriend, he's alone
Feeling sad, feeling down
Lonely boy has a plan
To take some drugs, to make new friends
którzy poradzą sobie z werblem
Którzy poradzą sobie z tremą, którzy poradzą sobie z hejtem
Którzy, dadzą sobie za nas odciąć rękę (tak)
Ponieważ co by nie
Got Ghost Rider in him, he a fuckin' demon
I'm tryna tap, tap, tap
Tryna adapt to my life without my cousins
(yeah) in LA with my boys
I ain't been
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