I gotta spend Got to get back to my baby again Lonely days are gone, I'm a-goin' home 'Cause my baby just wrote me a letter Well, she wrote me a letter
up Ghost?", my folks throwin confetti My gear is the world premiere, ox yeah, now I'm dickin down Heather Locklear Rubber glock in the glove box, Benz
" And laps around the yard with my Walkman bumpin' this Now I'm 'bouts ta get married, is it clever? Thought it was, till I got the Dear John letter
, shake up and cross narcs They get mad when I lay up in the Porsche Box More props, R.I.P. my poor pops Can't see his son shine like the Four Tops My
Ghost?", my folks throwin confetti My gear is the world premiere, ox yeah, now I'm dickin down Heather Locklear Rubber glock in the glove box, Benz drop
laps around the yard with my Walkman bumpin this Now I'm bouts ta get married, is it clever Thought it was, till I got the Dear John letter Been down
and laps around the yard with my Walkman bumpin this Now I'm bouts ta get married, is it clever Thought it was, till I got the Dear John letter Been down
Box Tops) Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane Ain't got time to take a fast train Lonely days are gone, I'm a-goin' home My baby, just-a wrote me a letter
?", my folks throwin confetti My gear is the world premiere, ox yeah, now I'm dickin down Heather Locklear Rubber glock in the glove box, Benz drop yeah
