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Bum bum bum walczę ze złem taka bomba wiesz z parafii eh
Głupie pytanie o rapy zza
Uh
Uh, Yeah
Honey, I can tell by the wanderin look in your eye
You're just a little boy with about a thousand lies
And the girl you say is always
Oh
Yeah, yeah
I know you're a bum and no that ain't fine
Yeah, yeah
I know you're a bum and no that ain't fine
I don't need you like that, not in my
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We are amazed but not amused
By all the things you say that you'll do
Though much concerned but not involved
With decisions that are made by you
no amateur
Bom bom bom
Bum bum bum
Ain't shit sweet
I Ain't impressed by no gold
I just wanna see us shine
I'm the baddest queen you know
The only
Mount Cheaha is my Everest
And the Coosa is my Nile
Alabama's where I was born and raised
And I think I'll stay awhile
Sing about sweet home
Way back in Alabama where the dirt roads cut through the woods
And when it rains you can smell the steam off the grass
Even dew on the hood of my
Leaves for Alabam' i'll be right there
I've got my fare
When I see that rusty haired conductor man
I'll grab him by the collar and I'll holler
"Alabam'!
the jasmine and magnolia
Sleepy sweet home Alabama
Roll tide roll
Muddy water Mississippi
Blessed Graceland whispers to me
Carry on, carry on
Sweet
it in the 'burbs
Me? I'm from the slums, niggas who pushing tons
Tons of drugs, Foul flow dirty mouth like kissing bums
Momma done made her one,
remember we took the bus to Kansas City
And then we took the train to Teennessee
And we flew by air to Alabama
yo yo yo Just you and me
You left me one
Forest Heights where I'm from
You give krag weg if you run
Heard that bum bum bum bum
Not the klopse with the drums
Heard they stiek ouens for fun
summertime in southern michigan
splashing through the sand bar
talking by the camp fire
its the simple things in life like when and where
we didnt have no
We are amazed but not amused
By all the things you say that you'll do
Though much concerned but not involved
With decisions that are made by you
We are amazed but not amused
By all the things you say that you'll do
Though much concerned but not involved
With decisions that are made by you
the funny people
Sitting by themselves
I know all of them
Wouldn't be scared
If you know what you're gonna do
Oh
Listen for the money
Oh yeah, oh
Scared
bums
42nd Street got Big Jim Walker
He's a pool-shootin' son of a gun
Yea, he big and dumb as a man can come
But he stronger than a country hoss
rose and have a tweakin speakin
Puerto Rican the powerful machine gun stun
Ba-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum, ambulence, lights bright
Paramedics fetish
but today
I'm a Nashville bum
Well now, here's a song I wrote
By myself, note for note
With a lot of help, if I make Number One
You can change
fucking King Kong
What the fuck is y'all on, what the fuck is y'all on
Like I don't ride with them burners go bur rum ba bum bum
What the fuck is y'all on,
parkin' that Wrangler down by the creek
And she climbs out lookin' so good, I can barely speak
I turn up an Alabama song
Pick a spot and wet a line
the homemade shine
California bound Alabama behind
Black top and them little white lines
Well Jimmy made his last mistake when he raised that hand
Now
Mount Cheaha is my Everest
And the Coosa is my Nile
Alabama's where I was born and raised
And I think I'll stay awhile
We sing about sweet home
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