Lyrics:
candles
A tiny pool of tears
Are they the death chords
Of the dark guitar
They're playing death chords
On the dark guitar
Who is the faceless woman
Oh with
God sakes!!
I said 'Whoa, hold on there Chatty Baby! I said, 'How old are you anyway guitar?' And that guitar said, 'I was born in '37, on the road by
to piss on your fans
All three of them, your wife, kid, and your mans
You see me Mr. T it with a red stripe on my black van
I'm a bad man, masked man
the street, where I'm selling it
Who said, "Joell is sick"?
Man I'm on the deathbed
I wrote this on the bedspread
With IV in my wrist i am him
The product
I ever ate
Man I know he got some dice at the heaven gates
Kicking shit with all these bitches like he's Kevin Gates
Relax your mind and kick your
dance
But don't nobody wanna play with me
So I'm takin' my ball and goin' home, home
I'm that guy, man
Shove a diamond up my hind end
And crush it
the board cold gettin respect
We are Kid 'n Play in total effect
We're getttin funky, up to par
And that's with a hyped up beat just playin on the guitar
She's a thriller, killer
Dance floor filler
There she goes looking like a star
With her body shaped like a rock guitar
There she goes like a shooting
guitar so fine
nobody is bored while he is rocking out
irresistible johnny
and now that I've told you about johnny
a man who know nothing about nothing
We Play What We Want Featuring d'Nessa The Insane Vocal Society, No D'finition Brother Polite, Dontae Winslow & Lucky Peterson
Written by: Bobby Ray
no send anybody
Na na na na yeah
Praise and dance
Na him by the only man after God heart
And the things you do ooo
Wetin I go give you
I no fit shout o
I’m a hour man climbing tours man I don’t think you clearly understand the concept playing guitar with my finger on the fret bringing fire to the mic
)
Over in the meadow hid away from them all
Dance all night to the fiddle's call
Down by the river where the trees grow tall
(Dance, gypsy, dance)
I
to man, dance toe to toe
Don't move too slow, 'cause the man from Mars
Is through with cars, he's eatin' bars
Yeah, wall to wall, door to door
Hall to hall,
and dance and love of life is free
Giorgio plays the guitar sandro the mandolin
And me I dance and bang on the tambourine
But when Gigi appears
The hurrahs
a black-haired flamenco dancer
You know she dances while his father plays guitar
She's suddenly beautiful
And we all want something beautiful
Man, I wish I was
to the end of my days
I'm trying to be a soul man, baby, what else can you do
To find a sweet soul sister, get her ridin' next to you?
If I weren't a guitar
hands
God damn
I know you smell da cologne
Recently Mari been busy with setting up play via cellular phone
Niggas be hating can tell by they tone
Hit up
Come on, baby, won't you dance with me,
Come on, mamma, can't you see,
We can make our troubles fly away.
Come on, baby, let's don't fight,
Come
dance you to the bus stop girl
I'm the man
I'm the man
I'm the man
I'm the man
I'm the man
The café feels like a disco
Mmm-mm
You're a ten out of ten
Out
you've ever seen that L.A. scene, man
You know it ain't no Jan & Dean
Come on
Snakedance - all over the world
(snake, snake, dance, dance, ah)
Snakedance
a good ol' time
Don't be scared, 'cause there ain't nothin' to worry 'bout
Let your hair down, and square dance with me
C'mon now, let's all get
a good ol' time
Don't be scared, 'cause there ain't nothin' to worry 'bout
Let your hair down, and square dance with me
C'mon now, let's all get
at your medulla oblongata
Blaow blaow, a young thug with a slim figure
Romantic type like the movie Casablanca
Herb seller, once but busted by an undercover
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