Lyrics:
I was in the backseat looking at the stars
In my favourite sports car
With the only girl I want
Brand new Guitar, laying down these bars, playing my
hold you in my arms
I know a pretty little place in Southern California, down San Diego way
There's a little cafe, where they play guitars all night
hold you in my arms
I know a pretty little place in Southern California, down San Diego way
There's a little cafe, where they play guitars all night
Me and my guitar
Haven't yet made it very far
We're still playing out in bars
Just me and my guitar
I think I once knew you all pretty well
When we
the Ricky's on she don't treat me well
Feel like DC The Don in this bitch cause I'm shakin my dreads to umbrell umbrella
Woah woah hey yeah she a freak yeah hah
smokin' into Texas with the hammer down
And a rockin' little combo from the guitar town
Hey pretty baby don't you know it ain't my fault
Love
hundred-somethin'-thousand out the mud
What I wasted
My dream was right in front of me
I got up and I chased it
Bitch, it's Ricky, yo
Ayo, hustle for a cause, so I'm ignorin'
to be the pretty girl
What if I just wanna play guitar
And go and rule the world
But I don't wanna get there by holding my tongue
Haven't you heard that
mouth, ass hanging all out. Got me itching on my balls and I'm rubbing
my wang. That damn there girl pretty did she need a twang. Hey there
missy, I'm
Pretty bitch, I could give him a stiffy
Drip down in that Ricky
Call up my phone and I'm probably busy
I could spit him till he dizzy
Got his opps tryna
ooh ah sound
I'ma push up on ya slow
Get ya right by the end of the night
Do something sweet
Like massage ya feet
And put Pretty Ricky cd
back to it now.
You and me we're like a simple song
Yeah so damn easy to sing along,
I don't need a guitar or a band,
'Cause baby you're my Summer
you down to that Lucci
Pretty Ricky make it juicy
You going get nasty like suki
You know my life is a movie, yeah
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh
Uh,
guitar
A sash full of patches
Two busted brothers
And a jet-powered rocket ski
On the eleventh day of Christmas
Please, Santa, give to me
My own
Goodbye was the best thing you told me
Only time that I ever heard the truth
Even now I'm haunted by the whole thing
Can't believe I believed in
ice on me I feel like I’m gonna shiver,
This shit real life, this shit not Instagram, I got no filter,
You can tell these n****s snakes, just by how
Please HENNY take the pain away,
Forget all the pain I gave
Pretty bitches asking for my number yeah
Baby sweet candy cane have Me numb
Like novocaine
that Rona', so I don't party
Got the trap poppin' like addicts— addicts pop pills; the od savage
Gyal know my mind ain't average
She grind w/me but I
in my arms
I know a pretty little place in
Southern California down San Diego way
There's a little café where they play
Guitars all night and all day
and dancing for joy,
For I'm loved
By a pretty wonderful boy!
Have you met my good friend Maria,
The craziest girl on the block?
You'll know her
fret
By the doves them hold me
I'm picky with precision
I've made my decision then
Death itself can't hold us down
But the seeds of progress them
and manipulated by fear and TV
Are we living or surviving and are we really so free
I am a Guitar man Guitar man
I am a Guitar man Guitar man
I've got a jazzy
gorgeous
Call me pretty Ricky
Bitch suck my dick
With no teeth
She is really icky
All new hunnids in the slip
That's a pretty fifty
The cherry poppers
If my friends wanna hang then they can come to me
I am not coming to them
Wasting all this time playing my guitar
In the comfort of my own home
Making
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