Lyrics:
got a nuclear bomb
World war three 'ere it comes
Build a bunker, settle in
And here's a fact
We will win
Tick tock, doomsday clock
90 seconds is
It's been three years and six whole months since I saw your face that night
It took five seconds to fall in love and two more to make you mine
Now
This ain't no photoshoot
I need somethin' to hold onto
And to the stars where we all gon' shoot (woo)
Gettin' high every second (second), fly with
it's just on the street
Where you live
And oh the towering feeling
Just to know
Somehow you are near
The overpow'ring feeling
That any second
You may
more rodeo and a few more broken bones
Nothin's better than one good 8 second ride
You pay, you win, you lose, you try...
Cowoys don't cry....
For me it
wonder
With the seconds you signed up
Who should sing for the hunger?
Was it meant to the violin?
Into the silence
Into the silence
Into
pay ten like he Eli (woo)
Lil' bro serve Percs went and gotta pay ten like he Eli (woo)
B's all on Boat, had to take a second, thought that he was E5
keys
Bring me your flowers and your hours in the center of the storm
Sing with me with new belief in second lives 'cause
I survived the morning
and everything that's underneath
Have I told you that I miss you every second I'm asleep
And I love the way you smiling when I kiss you in my dreams
Have I told
And a story to be told
(It tears and tears me up)
But I'm loving every second
So commemorate this hour
As the last I spend
Regretting what I have
mathematical, bizarre
Then dialog my jaw
To react when the spawn to Outgraw Mcgraw
You need a second time around like Chalamarle
To touch Doc forget it
nail in my coffin robbed me blind
It's the truth I can't deny
Oh it feeds off good intentions
As you beg for second sights
She's got me
Stone
a second
They just patrolin' I need to get 'em
The time is now I got my ski mask a K and a pump
I call you back in about an hour with some blocks in
the weasel, the weasel
Pop goes the weasel, 'cause the weasel goes pop
Hip-hop, got turned into hit pop
The second a record was number one on the pop
the last nail in my coffin robbed me blind
It's the truth I can't deny
Oh it feeds off good intentions
As you beg for second sights
She's got me, stone
that we said hello
Began our last goodbye
If I could live forever
It is certain I would never know
Another single second so sublime
At the moment
Nobody move Nobody get Hurt
I be waiting at the light
I be waiting at the light I got 8 seconds or less
To decide if imma walk or ride
I slide up
a helicopter a-spinning up in the breeze
And if you've got no air baby,
Come spin into my sleep
(Come spit into my sleeve)
Wait a second baby now,
There's
send a little love my way
And every second I spend waiting
Drags me closer to this grave
I'm not alone, no, I'm just on my own
And I, it's a little
Cheated by the opposite of love
Held on high from up up up above
Kept my high from the second one
Kept my eye on the first one
Now take these
Hieroglyphics, mathematical genius, predicting the orbital patterns of Venus
In the grass behind your grandpas wood barn
Complex designs drops seconds before
I'm Violent j the clown, I'm goofy for a second, but when your bitch headless I'm on top of her
Necket. Yo know my status, I'm juggalatis, and we
of the pool balls, neon buzzin?
Telephone's ringin'; it's your second cousin
Is it the barmaid that's smilin' from the corner of her eye?
Magic
Avenue!
She's a Latin from Manhattan,
She's a Forty Second Streeter,
She's a Latin from Manhattan,
Senorita Donahue.
She's a Latin from Manhattan,
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