(Yo Ice you fuck that bitch?) Nigga what do you think? I aint fuckin these hoes cause these bitches aint payin Every song I hear today's about straight
of residue N-ggas'll shoot n-ggas, you lucky it weren't you N-gga, my best song, my chucks are bomb proof, You shoot, I shoot back, find God when I'm
song, everywhere It's the same song We gon' take you all around the world, same song Same song Same song All around the world Same, same, same song song song
finally free im about to do it again i take my life with my hands cause im a grown ass man now that im finally free squash the beef, im free of that this crazy song
, ooh yeah Ooh yeah, listen If this your favorite song, turn your radio on Play it for your man or your lady all day long If this your favorite song,
he like go head Owens yeah Bet I'd put a n**** on his *** Squlou and Big Whop make show he don't last And young Wayne do song about the story With Birdman
I don't think that passenger seat Has ever looked this good to me He tells me about his night And I count the colors in his eyes He'll never fall in
that would reverse the- In print or in cursive They curse the name, or maybe call me Kane Lets have a 'toast for the douche bags' Then people wanna talk about
s not about fame and fortune It's about believing and believing in yourself And understanding that this life is life It's liberty and the pursuit of happiness And happiness isn't about
The days are cold livin' without you The nights are long, I'm growing older I miss the days of old, thinkin' about you You may be gone but you're never
order and fine But the hour was late and my room was a state And I realized that song I would never create And so this is a song I discovered instead The song about
you love your ground / high above the ground / and the earth you thought would end your song ?song? / lifts up and
way I can help you out You don't know what it's all about Fell asleep again in front of MTV God I'm down at the bottom No one's singing songs for me
Last thing I'm tryna be is the good guy now I ain't never gave a fuck, why should I now Like the World's interrupting my song, with an interlude can't
of the free, somebody lied They can bug my phone and people ?round my home They'll only see you and me making love inside I just can't stop writing songs about
is brian and I'm the man I write hit songs with a wave of my hand Songs of surf and sun and sand I make great music with my band Songs you dance to and songs
"This song was written by John Lee Hooker About his wife, her name is Maudie Everytime he has an arguement with her He has to write a new verse to keep
Oh, I?ve seen the little children all strung out on dope No one to care about them, living without hope But I?ve been lucky that I always had a song