Her momma wants to know Down, down, down that road When I was a boy Four houses down from me Was a family with an only child She was the only girl In this whole world that can make me smile I made up reasons to go

The Hamilton Mixtape Valley Forge, winter 1778 Thomas Paine "These are the times that try men's souls The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will In this crisis, shrink from the service of their country But he that stands by it now Deserves the love

This is me coming at you as a man right now Lemme freak Just lemme freak, please god Just lemme freak You know I don't give a damn whatcha playin' right now Drunk, faded Browned out, looking all shady Two months since I fucked a lady

Entre nous, c'est mort Entre nous, c'est muerte Nan, je n'ferai pas d'effort Je n'remonterai pas le temps Et je n'ai même plus les mots Je prêche le faux pour obtenir c'que je veux Et, comme tous les mecs, tu mords à l'hameçon Tu remercieras ton

Euch zerbrechen Um zu zerstören Die Wahrheit ist ein Chor aus Wind Kein Engel kommt um euch zu rächen Diese Tage eure letzten sind Wie Stäbchen wird es euch zerbrechen Es kommt zu euch Weil der Meister uns gesandt

'Cause I see, sparks fly, whenever you smile Drop everything now Meet me in the pouring rain Kiss me on the sidewalk Take away the pain Get me with those green eyes, baby As the lights go down Gimme something that'll haunt me when you're not around The

Somethin' went wrong, somethin' went wrong Somethin' went wrong, terribly wrong Now that I know, now that I know Of course I want to lie and say I don't miss you My bitch on the side just told me to forget you That's what niggas do, that's what niggas do

It's plain to see, you can't change me 'Cause I'mma be a nigga for life Why do I call myself a nigga you ask me? Why you brothers insist on usin' the word nigga? Don't you know that's bringin down the black race? Personally I think the lyrics are a bit

It's those honky tonk women Gimme, gimme, gimme those honky tonk blues I'm sittin' in a bar tippling a jar in Jackson And on the street the summer sun it shines There's many a bar room queen I've had in Jackson But I just can't seen to drink you off my

'Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do Well I'm a gonna raise a fuss, I'm gonna raise a holler About workin' all summer just to try an' earn a dollar Everytime I call my baby, to try to get a date My boss