You're just the last of the real ones (You're just the last of the real ones) 'Cause you're the last of a dying breed Write our names in the wet concrete I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me I'm here in search of your glory There's been a

Like most babies smell like butter His smell smelled like no other He was born scentless and senseless He was born a scentless apprentice Go away - get away, get away, get a-way Every wet nurse refused to feed him Electrolytes smell like semen I promise

Beer or whiskey if you're with me, wet your lips Starting this night off so right with Just a sip, just a sip Gonna be mm hmm so good, mm hmm so nice What gives you courage to walk up to a ten in a bar What turns the nervous into a rockstar What gets you

Ooh don't be shy, just a little bit Sex and Hennessy, get you wet just a little bit Can I leave with you girl? I won't waste your time Girl I gotta tell you what's been on my mind You ain't gotta stay the night, you can leave in a little bit Shawty,

And it's the start of your ending 41st side get bent, run wild I keep it real pack steel like my man Y.G When a fool try to play me wet 'em up then I'm Swayze You must be crazy kid Man I never did forever wildin' that's how we live up in the Bridge You

For givers, no takers An angel who never got wings You find Jesus and it's too late He's already closed the front gate And the sign's flashing no vacancy Love letters on wet paper You've broken my heart for the last time You promised the truth, and you

Forgotten things remembered The tigers eat their young The body stayed but inside the head The mind was on the run Conspiracy of silence The only way out of pain Is turn around and run through it man Too wet to come in from the rain, Tell them... I know

It cost me a lot But there's one thing that I've got It's my man, it's my man Cold and wet, tired, you bet All of this I'll soon forget with my man He's not much for looks He's no hero out of books But I love him, yes I love him Two or three girls has he

(Cum girl, I'm tryna get your pussy wet) Uh, ba-back that ass Girl, you look good when you back that ass Girl, you look good, make me spend that cash Giddy up, and giddy up, and giddy up and giddy up and Giddy up and giddy up, and giddy up, and giddy up

I said you could have whatever you like (if you like) Stacks on deck Patrone on ice And we can pop bottles all night And baby you could have whatever you like (if you like) Late night sex so wet so tight I'll gas up a jet for you tonight And baby you