Lyrics:
hearts, all we've got,
Gave our hearts,
cnd we lost.
Little by little by little by little, ahhhhh,
Little by little by little by little
cll of me, all
Time goes by so slowly
Time goes by so slowly
Time goes by so slowly
I don't know what to do
Every little thing that you say or do
I'm hung up
finales rally families for total body tally
And ceremonial piling up of all our dirty dishes
It's vicious when the writers picket
Who am i kidding?
I have
Time goes by so slowly
Time goes by so slowly
Time goes by so slowly
I don't know what to do
Every little thing that you say or do
I'm hung up
I said call a couple of your friends
'Cause me and my buddy Ben
We're gonna be back by to get you, little later on
Haha, yeah
When the stars
Hello Ricky.
Do you wanna come over tonight?
I’ll be home by 11.
I’ve been thinking about you…
R-r-r-r-Ricky Gourmet
Girl
Well whatcha gonna do when
the ground
I will let the bugs and mosquitos feast upon you
To get some use out of you
You better hope that you're there
By the time you disappoint them
I will
an all-star line up
Like none I'd ever seen
Roger Miller opened the show with Bob Wills and his Texas Playboys
Followed by Webb Pierce followed by Hawkshaw
back
I feel the heat of your attack
Want me to take you back
I'm givin' you the sack
So don't waste your time
It's a little too little
It's
back
I feel the heat of your attack
Want me to take you back
I'm givin' you the sack
So don't waste your time
It's a little too little
It's
street laws
I respect paper and, every minute is spent
Gettin that shit
So my little dunn can be set
What I think about a nigga
That's tryin to pose
savage that curse queens
I'm somethin' from his worst dreams
First we handlin' first things, I'm subsurface unseen
Grat'll hold planet by purse strings
hit it two times (two)
You know what happens by the third, hit a few times (hahaha, uh, yeah)
No judgement 'cause everybody has to make a little, uh
and a daffodil
So back up bucko or I'll pulverize McGruff
'Cause, this little piggy gets, busy and stuff
Arrivederci, heavens to mercy, honky tonk I get swift
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
Just cuz you're an African man
You can still get done by the African gang
I'm in a gaff with tings that bang and I got tings that bang
Them man write
poor mortality rates!
I'm sure we can charge more
- tally the rates!
Yes we can get a little bit carried away
But ignoring all the flaws, tell me
How was
more
Settle the score sadly, need an abacus to tally
Through all the peaks and valleys, yo, I recognize it sadly
Black soul bold enough, inner city
a little, now I have a lot
No matter where I go, I know where I came from (from the Bronx!)
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got
I'm still, I'm still
a Cherokee and a green drop-top
And I don't stop, until I squirt
Jeans skirt butt-naked it all work
Gotta love ma little nasty girl
U know I love ma
a Cherokee and a green drop-top
And I don't stop, until I squirt
Jeans skirt butt-naked it all work
Gotta love ma little nasty girl
U know I love ma
Cause bullets is hovering
Drug them in after the slug went in
I take a phrase in God we trust it's a must
Live by the gun die by the same shit you bust
By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room
Skied up, weaved the fuck up, to top it off
Look beat up, with two crack fiends huggin'
'm on a mission, you see
There's money that I'm missin'
I got 'em posted
Told 'em "Move and I'ma murder y'all"
You and all the trouble goin'
Through by servin' y'all
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