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The Hours People Say

way up It's 'bout to be a scary drop Cause what goes up must come down You going down on something you don't wanna see like a hairy box Every hour, happy hour

Then after that you got a photo session right on yo Grab masses, spin, I don't know There's a fucking bunch of people that want to see you Four hours

, bitches Yeah, coming to you live from the city of Houst-Atlanta-Vegas So what do you do, young lady? One hundred I am on a 24-hour champagne diet Spillin

to the solid mental grace, And achieve it all with music that came quickly from afar, Then taste the fruit of man recorded losing all against the hour

reaching the charts 5000 hours, rewritting Power Over and over Some nights sober, some nights gone off the Henny as usual So unusual to be in this position Everything I say

Wa going to write a song at a time When my life and my moods were in order and fine But the hour was late and my room was a state And I realized that

And I said God is great, beer is good and people are crazy God is great, beer is good and people are crazy God is great, beer is good and people are

concert you didn't have to But you could've signed an autograph for Matthew That's my little brother man He's only 6 years old We waited in the blistering cold for you For 4 hours

another town Shower up, do just what we came to do Sing for the people Count the money and the miles back home to you Well, I just sing for the people