Lyrics:
what I'm saying
I can tell it by the way that you move
Girl, I bet you think this song is about you, don't you?
I bet you think this song is about
svårt att snacka?
Det är svårt det där med meddelanden.
Summer night city
Money, money, money
Hmm, hmm, do-do-do-do-do
Summer
A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong,
show you're gonna hear
The hits you love to hear
And it's all by request here is the list
So pick your fav'rite song right here tonight
ello Cleveland!,
sleeping in a tower
Waiting for true love's kiss
It is sleeping in a flower
Stronger by the hour
It's called medicine
I just love it all beyond the end
a paradise then be in living hell
We can lie to the judge, nobody does that
Got lost in LA, like "Where the bus at?"
I'd play your favorite song, you used
mainstreet if you plan on shopping
I wanna get you tipsy
Lewwe gone by Betsy's
Show you round' Rock city
Fall in love with a, with a West Indian
It get a jam
It's real, yo but still, yo, it's love here
And it's felt by anybody that come here
Out of towners take the train, plane and bus here
Must be
Smith-Jones
Formed what would later become one of the highest grossing international touring acts in history
At 6 AM, o6 was fun
Singing Britney songs all
on a bus, got stopped at the door
By the old bus driver aged 64
He said "you don't have the fare, you're not coming on"
He got punched in the face and kicked
and I'm from the Twin Cities
A lot of people know this but I love lil' kitties (meow)
I go around town rippin' pics of my stream
When I'm in doubt I put it
should look like is trips to Bayside in the center of winter in the night
What it should look like is new cities every night
In the back of a tour bus
start cuddling me
They see me overseas, doublin' P, like BWP
Two black boys in a Tesla
That ain't suttin' you see
Man used to get bus W3 white Hart lane
The airwaves wrapped us up in the holiday spirit. I'm inspired by the city that raised me. And I think it's really important to understand this. My love for New
You ain't living how I live sucka
That's why I flex on niggas
They never did love us
I'm putting checks on niggas
Even my kid's mother
And you ain't
I ain't sittin roadside, that ain't harder to plan
I'm out here for my fam doin all that I can
I love my city, sweet and gritty in land to outskirts
love song.
Now I realised this city life,
Musta taken a toll on all them lonesome souls.
An' I couldn't help wonder what would make a guy,
Wanna wear
But I got debts that no honest man can pay
So I drew what I had from the Central Trust
And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus
Now,
But I got debts that no honest man could pay
So I drew what I had from the Central Trust
And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus
Now,
what we getting into
So tell me what we getting into
So tell me what we getting into
Into
Into
So tell me what we getting into
Into the city into
to LA
We sweatin diamonds that shit like a lake
If I put five bitches on the bus guarantee they gon fuck best believe we gon show they azz the way
Four
bus
Take me back to that place where my raving begun
Chased by a bum, your face feeling sunk
Find yourself out on the pavement, no one
But you wobbling
and chicken country music love song
Well I had a ball, I liked ‘em all but I could never call this place my home
And as my bus drove by that bar I swore I
it's a pity on a whim
Good girls gone bad, the city's filled with them
Mommy took a bus trip, now she got her bust out
Everybody ride her, just like
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