100 lyrics for "Oh we play,"

But it's you who makes me sing Playing back the moments Now I'm starting to believe That you could be at the show and know every word And I know where we are and I know who I am Baby, I'm your biggest fan, oh Took a while for me to see I never really
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Mil' in a week I bought a iced out Phillipe (ice) Yeah, playin' for keeps (keeps) Suck a dick gang, she a leech (leech) Came in the game with a key (key) My pockets blew up, Monique (Monique) Ooh, she got that perfect physique (ooh) I'll tape a brick to
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I’m comin’ in hot Already got your song on When you climb in it’ll be playin’ Been thinking ‘bout you all week long Oh baby don’t keep me waiting You’ve got about forty-five minutes tops ‘Fore I roll in there ready to rock Comin’ to get some of what you
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Ah-oh-ah-oh-ah So high, so high Feeling drunk and high That we shoot across the sky That we shoot across the Oh, angel sent from up above Got me feeling drunk and high Now I’m feeling drunk and high
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Ain't it just like the night to play tricks When you're tryin' to be so quiet We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to defy it Lights flicker from the opposite loft In this room
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I ain't gonna die tonight You can't kill me, not my spirit History is ours tonight The people are chanting, can't you hear it? Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh Open up the doors on 'em, we playing tonight Bring on the marching band and turn on the stadium lights
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The Rites of Man Let me hear the band Play the Rites of Man Come on and lift my head Lead me to the door Oh make me understand Raise me off the floor Come on and pick me up Found my coat
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And he would play, In a little cabaret in a South Texas border town, Sat a boy and his guitar, and the people came from miles around. And all the girls from there to Austin, Were slipping away from home and putting jewelery in hock. To take the trip, to
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Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a
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I got the drink in me goin' back to back They gon' ask if I can play this shit back to back Oh man, oh man Yeah, I learned the game from William Wesley, you can never check me Back to back for the niggas that didn't get the message Back to back like I'm
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