100 lyrics for "Hey where you at"
Hey, little rich girl where did you go wrong? You left for London, when you were nineteen I bought you a fur coat when you were fifteen You wore it to the disco, where everyone was in jeans But you were just a rich girl, and only having fun Your worn out
PlayIf you're looking for love Know that love don't live here anymore He left with my heart They both walked through that door, without me If you're trying to find pity well you need to look somewhere else 'Cause I surely can't help you I'm hurting myself
PlayHow they gonna harm us? Came wearing a flat-cap, looking like somebody's father I brought the bad man here, I brought the bad man here You're a bad man how? Bad man where? Apart from you, there's bad man here You're not bad, I'm bad, ask Carlos Is man
PlayWhere to go and what to do Wasted hours that you make new All those wasted hours we used to know Spent the summers staring out the window The wind it takes you where it wants to go At first they built the road then they built the town That's why we're
PlayThe secret messages are calling to me endlessly They call to me across the air The messages across the atmosphere They whisper in your ear, they're calling everywhere A moving stream of information That is floating on the wind The secrets never end And
PlayFeeling like Phil when I make the play I light the streets where you are I did not come here from nothin' I need a whole lot of money Crossing these hoes out to featherweight Putting your bitches on layaway Niggas they know me from stuntin' All of my
PlayDamn, goddamn, goddamn Damn damn, goddamn Da-da-damn damn, goddamn And they say, "What the fuck is on? Who the fuck is in? (Who) Where the hell you at? Where the hell you been? (Who) Who the fuck is she? Who you dealing with?" (Who) It's been a while,
PlayClose to you No you don't need my protection But I'm in love, can't blame me for checking I love in your direction, hoping that the message goes Somewhere close to you Like so close if they heard you, you wouldn't find out Nothing but a tear, that's all
PlayKaren, take me to the nearest famous city middle where they hang the lights Where it's random and it's common versus common, la la la I'm really worked up I have weird memories of you I have weird memories of you wearing long red socks and red shoes I
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