Lyrics:
me by the hour
By my blue collar
Woo, you're squeezin' me too tight
Oh, it's Friday night
Let's run tonight
'Til the morning light
Keep
me by the hour
By my blue collar
Woo, you're squeezin' me too tight
Oh, it's Friday night
Let's run tonight
'Til the morning light
Keep
We been together ever since that night
You're still in love with that same old guy
That same old guy, old guy
In forty dollar blue jeans
Next
With all my heart
It tears me in two
When we're apart
I need your sweet lovin'
To get through the day
And I need you
To be by my side
I'm feelin' blue
escaped my mind, and I just grew
Tangled up in blue.
She was workin' in a topless place
And I stopped in for a beer,
I just kept lookin' at the side
olive oils
Company Flow fuck please
Bitch put away the fucking piteous punchlines
Blue Blockers break under the red light, belittled by my
like I'm June (busy like I'm)
Said pull up at night, but I was already there by noon (already there by noon)
Happy birthday (happy birthday), he got
through with the navy blue pasties
Obsessed with your face but confused by your heart
These the type of feelings I'ma stop before they start
Thought I
burnin' desire
To lift our legacy higher
Workin' hard to survie
Just to get out alive
CHORUS
Brick by brick
They try to knock us down
With a wreckin ball
The dreamer and the wine
Poet without a rhyme
A widowed writer, torn apart by chains of Hell
One last perfect verse
Yet still the same old song
Oh
The dreamer and the wine
Poet without a rhyme
A widowed writer, torn apart by chains of Hell
One last perfect verse
Yet still the same old song
Oh
Stretch your leg out
Travlin' tracks
Wave your finger
Ease on back
Workin' hard from morn' 'till night
Truck on by, an' out-a sight
Stretchin' wings,
I keep my truck bed good and dirty
On Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
By Friday night I'm sittin' purdy
And my wallet's fat as hell
I keep my
the 3 you a highlife
Got you running hella scared here's a night light
Love when I create some more shit for you to bite right?
That's right, get stabbed
awareness month itself a part of Plastic free july
UV safety awareness month
I guess that's a campaign for proper care and storage of black lights and by
of fear and dissension
Fuelled by anger and hate
And rage and disdain
And any other definition of the word wELCOME
Can i get a "c"?
And if you hit me
ABOVE OUR EYES
Words & Music by
Thomas R. COSGROVE
The age of innocence is gone,
We don’t wonder now at a flying swan,
We’re moribund – Mother
of an ounce
The music starts and the people sway
Everybody says, "Are you going my way?"
Uncle Tom still workin' for Uncle Bill
Scarlet Town is under the hill
Pussy nigga brought a knife to a gunfight
I been grinding from the night to the sunrise
Back in school I would get skipped in the lunch line
Now
the streets and they still pushing on
Baby carriages, maybe marriages, I do
Know it rained all night but today sky blue
And the veins of the black crack phein
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
[Chorus:]
It's all good
It's alright
I'm gonna sit here with my baby all night
And let the troubles of this world
Roll on by us like they should
It's
ISRC: QZESK1900054 Copyright 1985, 2016 Lyrics and Music by Thomas Kurtz (ASCAP 4732692 / IPI 818383223) ISWC: T9216757834 Friends to the End Music
slight... Blue Westbrook Puntang party life
One more night than I'm on my flight but bumping into shorty jive had me siced
The way she put in that work,in
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