Lyrics:
and shake
I get a strange sensation
When you walk by me you strut around,
you make me crazy,
I get no relaxation
Talk to me, talk to me,
all
to the front row
(Sir, get back to your seat right now)
I buy all the trading cards
And even the pop star dolls
(Give me that, that's mine)
I got a little
Oh yeah I talk to myself oh I talk to myself
Look, It's too easy to be deceived by a TV
Never leave me even though I know I can be a little bit
Yes
At the start of the new jiggyness
With the Trackmasters
Camp Lo and
Willie
Gon' give it to ya
Know what I mean
Lot of macoronis
and let your mind be free
And by the way welcome to the party
Uh uh excuse me Mr. Kid Rock (what's up?) can I do my thing
Uh, can I have a little something
mind be free
And by the way, welcome to the party
Uh uh excuse me Mr kid Rock
Can I do my thing?
Can I have a little something
To say right here? (Oh
give me a little room now
Do you have to take it all?
Yeah, that's the way it is, I guess
When you're born with nothin' at all
Ahem
I want to talk
give me a little room now
Do you have to take it all?
Yeah, that's the way it is, I guess
When you're born with nothin' at all
Ahem
I want to talk
Constante como gotas de agua perforando rocas
Fugitivo John Lurie en down by law
Chicos Ralphie down by Lo interconectándolo
Mis lineas subterráneas metro
go.
Talk'em bout getting this money.
Homie
Let's go Let's go.
Huaaa
Somebody fonkay (funky)
Only one rappin' on fan it's me
They actin' funny
"Who gives a fuck about a God damn grammy?"
(Willie D)
Yo, Flav, I give a fuck about a God damn grammy
But them motherfuckin hoes won't hand me one
original
Not too political a little cynical
About the fakes and squakers that talk a lot of Ku-ca
I know a lot of chicks that like to call me poppa
evening to the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way welcome to the party
Uh uh excuse me Mr. Kid Rock can I do my
mean, You can call me John Cena in a crime scene clean up, but I’m the Batista bomb, how can a barista fuck up the name John. John Hancock cuz I got my
Me and my crew in a little tour show
Learned to flip the door with the money we've got.
The blocks stay hot getting knocked it's on
Till one by
of his love of games
(He finished his set that night
By retreating to play
Galaga as John Mayer riffed on guitar) Now
As he spots
The original Pong, Super
This is the fourth by the four
'Please, Please Me', 'With The Beatles'
'Hard Day's Night' that's three
Now'beatles For Sale'
The young men
give you
A little bit of factual
Information they will give you that
Why did I name a$AP? cause that's the future
That's the niggas that
Got me and Cudi
Got a little southern drawl in my talk
Little pickup truck on my highway
Got a little boot stomp in my walk
Little neon light in my Friday
Got
Little Willie John---Need Your Love So Bad
Need someone's hand to lead me through the night
I need someone's arms to hold and squeeze me tight
normal off of drugs
I just don't get it
And then I saw John Cale
he's been looking really great
He's been coming by the office to exercise with me
normal off of drugs
I just don't get it
And then I saw John Cale
he's been looking really great
He's been coming by the office to exercise with me
mother always told me
"Rani-rani-rani-rani-rani-rani-rani-rani-rani and codeine
And God damn it, you little motherfucker
If you ain't got nothin' nice
still talk about us when we've died
The end
Is just a little harder when brought about by friends
For all you care, this wine could be my blood
For
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