There ain't nothing like the real thing baby Ain't nothing like the real thing There ain't nothing I'm talking genuine Made in the USA And you can't go back once you get a taste It was in a crystal bottle on his desk He'd save it for the times to not

Whiskey's gone but I ain't leaving. There's got to be a bottle in the back. Got to get this devil off my back. There's a note on the table. Said I ain't coming back. 'Til your sorry ass is gone. I'm tired of the cheating and running around. I never saw

Yeah, let's make a movie (all night, yeah) Baby, just you and me (all night, yeah) Let's make a movie (all night, yeah) Girl, take off your lingerie We gon' have some fun today All I need's a photo Of you standing there with no clothes I'ma give you what

'Cause the Greeks don't want no freaks No, the Greeks don't want no freaks But the Greeks don't want no freaks There was beer all over the dance floor And the band was playin' rhythm and blues You got down and did the gator And half an hour later you

It was a broken dream right from the start Bless their tortured, tangled hearts Oh love, oh love you fickle thing Such pretty words and golden rings Well there was a little falter at the altar of confession Down on its knees true love did fall After 31

You know your male's gonna get to you Come snow, rain, sleet, or hail 'Cause I'm a top flight, hold ya tight, get ya there by daylight Do ya right overnight male Let me be your male-man And I'll always come though There's no denying' Come rain or shine

Time's up, hold up, aight Celph you got 30 seconds, you ready? Alright, Celph Titled, hit em! Celph Titled: That's all you got? Yo, yeah, listen These hungry rappers battle for a buck and some change There really be kids starving, give a fuck if it

And I can't tell if you're laughing Between each smile there's a tear in your eye There's a train leaving town in an hour Its not waiting for you and neither am I One last thing I beg you please just before you go I've watched you fly on paper wings half

When it's sunny in Seattle and it's snowing down in New Orleans And them boys from Amarillo stop wearin' those boots and jeans When Memphis ain't got the blues That's when I'll stop lovin' you Baby, I don't mind you askin' If there's gonna come a day

Dreaming of screaming Someone kick me out of my mind We're the prophetic generation of bottled water, bottled water You, you went beyond and you lost it all Why did you go there From (For treated indigenously, digenously) (Human right is private blue