Every night it's all the same. You're frozen by the phone. You wait, something's changed. You blame yourself every day. You'd do it again. Every night.
Every night it's all the same. You're frozen by the phone. You wait, something's changed. You blame yourself every day. You'd do it again. Every night.
Can you move it like this? I can shake it like that. Can you move it like this? I can shake it like that. Can you move it like this? I can shake it like that.
Music is for everyone. . Baha Men's gonna blow your mind, oo oo. We're gonna get it on tonight. Come on down and enjoy the ride oo oo. The music takes you higher and higher.
She's got a smile so sweet. It's every little thing for her head down to her feet. Out of the magazine. And I see you on the tv. . I love the song she sings.
There's blood on my hands!. There's blood on my hands!. There's blood on my hands!. There's blood on my hands!. . Blood on my hands!. . Wake up in the,.
As I walk through the valley,. . Of the shadow of death.. I wear my crown of thorns,. And pull the knife out of my chest.. I keep searching for something,.
(now now now now now). (now now now now now). (now now now now now). (now now now now now). . (J-Dog). As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death.
Stayed in bed all mornin' just to pass the time to unwind. I wrote a rhyme ripped it up and wrote some more lines. Lookin' out my window saw an eagle fly by, the vibe's.
Yeah, you hit me with your nightstick. Yeah, you cut up all my clothes. Lay here drunk until I get sick. Lay down, why can't I let go?. . When I go back, it all goes black.
American wasted, oh can you taste it,. Welcome to the land of free,. Where the stars and stripes all rippin up mics,. And that I can guarantee.. . And the kids will rock when the bass drum drops,.
'81 was the year shit hit the fan in a major way. I sat there for an inspiring artist. Almost 20 years after the fact I'm still on my hustle. Diggin' graves for an inspiring artist.
And I can hear em talking in the hallways. (Let em keep talking). Im always late for lunch. Learning dirty little lessons from you. (So sexy). . Now my name is on the lips of.
I remember when I first laid eyes on you. My man Tom introduced us but I was too shy to say, Hi. When I finally built up enough nerve to drop a line. You made it clear you wasnt just another MySpace mistress.
We put the F U back in fun, serve it up with a smile. You ain't heard this type of stuff in a while. I want your ears right now, ante up, buck stops here.
And so it goes. . We mouth your words. When your tongues are too paralyzed. We finish up the peanut butter jelly. That you get on your router but never eat.
This is not novelty. This is nothing delicate. This is the result of your Google search. For something relevant. . Stake claim immediately. 'Cause hot products cool down.
My life's these yellow lines, concrete and parliament butts. Exhaust fumes and rest stops who drive hard for their bucks. Load in, sound check, play show, load out.
Fame, fortune, platinum records. It's every boys dream. . True story. Somebody asked me one time. Travie, you high, you look high. Shit yeah, I'm high [Incomprehensible].
Fame, fortune, platinum records. It's every boys dream. . True story. Somebody asked me one time. Travie, you high, you look high. Shit yeah, I'm high [Incomprehensible].