I’ve got a dirty dirty dirty dirty dirty little secret And I’m not not not sure that I wanna keep it So we feed ourselves lies to submit to the shadows Cause we just wanna dance under our pretty perfect halos Everyone’s got a secret Well Mrs. Pharmacist,

I, I'm dreaming, dreaming of a white, white Christmas, y'all Just like the one that I used to know, oh Honey, it's where the treetop, treetop listen Little bitty, little bitty, little bitty children should They try to listen To hear, before the sleigh

Born on the bayou Born on the bayou. Chasin' down a hoodoo there. Now when I was just a little boy standin' to my Daddy's knee My Poppa said son don't let the man get you do what he done to me 'Cause he'll get you 'cause he'll get you now now. I can

My mind, my body, my soul I feel like a bird floating through the sky just a little bit My mind, my body, my soul, floating through the sky just a little bit Feeling like I got nowhere to go So take one down and pass it around And give me your love like

If I could bottle it up If I could bottle it up I'd have a stash in the truck Splash in my cup, it'd never get old One little sip, just a taste on my lip I'd be taking a trip, wherever I go I'd keep a life's good, sweet bliss Does it ever really get

Oh my gosh, look at her butt My anaconda don't, my anaconda don't My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun (Look at her butt) Look at, look at, look at Look, at her butt Little in the middle but she got much back I'm on some dumb shit, by the

'Cause everyday we oughta have pesos This is the way it goes, this is the way we roll Gun cock Gun shot, gonna lick a boy Gun clock Gun shot, gone a little boy I be that pretty motherfucker, Harlem's what I'm repping Tell my nigga split the bitch and we

Blue summer blood, blue summer love 'Cause I don't want you to leave Now I'm sitting at a table for one Blue summer, don't take me I wanna tell you good dreams And with a little luck you can stay (a little luck you can stay, a little luck you can stay)

Saturday, Saturday, Saturday Don't give us none of your aggravation We had it with your discipline Saturday night's alright for fighting Get a little action in Get about as oiled as a diesel train Gonna set this dance alight `Cause Saturday night's the

Oh, some things you can't go back to Some things you can't go back to Some things need left alone Don't mess with the memories of a life passed on All the tumbling reservations, at the heart of my mistakes 'Cause you let them slip away I don't wanna be a