Lyrics:
just misbehave
Quit flexin
That aint ya money thats da reup money
I be geeked up with the geeked up buddies
Worked my way up I don't do no fronties
beats a cattle prod,
Really bad matters often, He's rapping in Boston my gosh when guitar hits,
He's lost in the sauce, joshin', clways full conscience,
Me and my buddy got us a wild hare
And figured we wanted to go somewhere
So we loaded up in my ragtop Chevrolet
We had a little bit of money
Me and my buddy got us a wild hair
And figured we wanted to go somewhere
So we loaded up in my rag top Chevrolet
We had a little bit of money
care of my baby
Please don't ever make her blue
And so forth
About, uh, one year later
In a place called Liverpool in England
Uh, four young guys
Hook
Got a six pack of bud light
Need a light for the bud high
Getting high off the good times
Me and my buddies
Me and my buddies for life
Got
and me
When we was nothing but some
Teens adrift at sea;
c couple buddies staying lean,
But here's the thing:
See, it was never what it seemed,
Cause you
On the party bus and sipping crown and coke I'm feeling like a Surrey Jack
All my buddies from PM and Tammy blazing feeling like a Surrey Jack
Buddy
(I want my, I want my MTV)
(I want my, I want my MTV)
(I want my, I want my MTV)
(I want my, I want my MTV)
Now look at them yo-yos, that's
guitar in your ear
So you start to get scared, sit back and spark an idea
Figure you can diss me to jump start your career
I punch you in your fucking
little campground by the little sandy river and every time
I pass on by it I reminisce about my teens
I’d spend my summers by a fire catching catfish
(I want my, I want my MTV)
(I want my, I want my MTV)
(I want my, I want my MTV)
(I want my, I want my MTV)
Now look at them yo-yos, that's
ya) (hey)
For conceited hibernation I was surely bred (ya, ya)
Comically, uncertainty's my existential dread
Don't call me buddy
Don't call me buddy
gave you guys my heart
In each and every show
And I sing, yeah, I flow, yeah, I sing, yeah
I flow i packed up all my bags and
Then I hit the door
I
white, there's few writers in my cipher
So they made lighter, my type a dreams seem dumb
They said wise up, how many guys a
You see making it from here
played the guitar
One day I looked up and she went by in a car
Driven by some guy I didn't know
I let 'er go
I went down to New Orleans,
I'd never been
a player
Hate the game, don't hate me
[Kelly]
That's not how that phrase goes
[Guy]
I know, but you just turn me on, baby, from my head to my toes
[Kelly]
later, Mr. Guitar Man
Before you left you should've held on to my hand
Without you there is no music for the band
Mr. Guitar Man
You made me feel nothing
must've done you wrong
'Cause you're trying not to lean in, but you're looking in my eyes
Maybe we're drunk and maybe it's late
But if you ask me then,
Yeah, you come knockin' on my door baby
Tell me what you got on your mind
I guess those college boys all went home for the summer time
Yeah you're
change)
I'm buds with my mom
And I hang out with my dad (he's my buddy)
I play everything safe, so I'll never be sad (boo hoo)
I'm a regular guy
Who
confident
I went over to talk a bit
With my supposed friends for life
That is, the other guys
But they were cold and unfriendly
And they opted to reject me
(I want my, I want my MTV)
(I want my, I want my MTV)
(I want my, I want my MTV)
(I want my, I want my MTV)
Huh, now look at them yo-yos,
much
She traveled with me always
Through the alleys and bars
Songs I sang and friends I knew
Were part of that guitar
At nights it was my
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