Lyrics:
bitch gone send you to god
I play with her box and then let her console you if I'm on the sticks then I'm beating the odds
If you got a knot, don't tell
of the burdock look out of the fence
The inlaid music box plays the needless old song
The song of repose.
Horripilation
Give me some time
To realize the soil
birds fly
A quiet place that reminds
A music box plays happy songs
Of this world you gave me
Sweet voice in my dreams
I'll always hear you sing
I'll be
birds fly
A quiet place that reminds
A music box plays happy songs
Of this world you gave me
Sweet voice in my dreams
I'll always hear you sing
I'll be
I've been counting up, steady to my girl, I don't give a fuck
Shoot an MMO, I hear you play for the box
If you want the smoke, tell them off on me
in your head
Like a toy
In the box
Play play with your soul
And then tear you apart
It's a dream
It's a hell
Even if I knew the difference you know
the chevy
Hit the back seat, get popped in the chevy
Twelfth grade, money pulled up in a box
Play two-k when the light say stop
Crush the block, watch
to remind you
Something to remind you
The ones you left behind you
The music box
Plays a song that I used to love
But now I can't remember what it was
For
here I go my friend, I'm repeating
But the heart is for bleeding...
And I've said all I can say
I am retreating, on my way
Music box, play my song
Six-thirty and no one knows she'll be there
Holding hands, making all kinds of plans
While the juke box plays our favorite songs
Me and Mrs. Jones
We got
Here is a box, a musical box
Wound up and ready to play
But this box can hide a secret inside
And you guess what is in it today
the spot
Boom box
Play me some of that hip hop (hip hop)
Hip hop hip hop hip hop
What's your name
Lisa
And where you from
9th street
Where you
I never thought that it would end - when I was everybody's friend
Long hot days - cool sea haze
Juke box plays - but now it's fading away
Beach
sticking to the script, they'll put ya grave in the plot
Make sure my name get a spot when you debating the top
No plays on The Box
Just Straight from
Six-thirty and no one knows she'll be there
Holding hands, making all kinds of plans
While the juke box plays our favorite songs
Me and Mrs. Jones
We got
to crash it
Ruthless and pent up
Captain America
Forecast the weather
I'm bored but I don't wanna
Play into your box
Break all the dumb locks
Is this
Stop that rock’n’roll
I wanna sit down
But the juke box plays again
Got a pocketful of dimes
And I can’t stop putting them in
Music it’s driving me
leave you chained in a box
I'll take your bitch and play with her box
Like a kid that forgets the toy
And thinks the gift is the box
I'll fuck your bitch
Wiggle, wiggle...
Wiggle Baby doll.
When the juke-box plays the jungle beat,
Don't fool around honey, don't be late.
Wiggle, Wiggle, Wiggle, baby
big boys, dirty boys
Don't want no scrub, unemployed
Shy boys that bite boys
Think out the box, play with toys
Yes men, don't think men
Just
beat box, play it once for me
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
every day.
Oooh. I never thought that it would end
Oooh. And I was everybody's friend
Long hot days, Blue sea haze
Juke box plays, but now it's
posting 'bout that wall
(Come on) out of town ass niggas
Y'all ain't tryna go play ball (It's 'Box)
Go check the score, it's ten to thirty-four
(yeah,
rockin' in Stockton
All them pretty lookin AR's is fresh out the boxes
Whoa
It's fresh out the box, I got gwap
She gimme top while I play with the box
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