100 lyrics for "No it ain't right"
Ain't no whiskey strong enough to make things right I'm just getting over another sober Saturday night No, I'm not hungover it's true, but I'm still not over you All messed up, all strung out, I was sitting at home breaking down I'm not out there getting
PlayJULES (repeating) Dialogue Written by Quentin Tarantino -- okay so, tell me again about the hash bars? Okay what d'you want to know? Hash is legal there, right? Yeah, it's legal, but is ain't a hundred percent legal. I mean you can't Walk into a
PlayWish I could be the lake that you're swimming in Wish I could be the beach towel that you laid down on Or the sunshine kissing on your skin Or that two-piece that's fitting you so right, it's wrong There ain't nothing that I would rather see Than you
PlayOh oh oh oh oh ooh, b-ball for me, yeah Oh oh oh oh oh ooh, ball for me Baby could you? I got too much on my mind right now I ain't got the time to get you Saint Laurent down Could you? I got too much on my mind right now Time to hit Rodeo, give my baby
PlayI'm looking for someone who speaks my language Someone to ride this ride with me Can I get a witness? (Witness) I'm just looking for a witness in all of this 'Cause I, I only got this life And I ain't got the time, no Not to get it right, oh We're all
PlaySo baby when I get famous Everybody's gonna see You never really knew me There's diamonds hiding in my hands They're gonna cut through the windows Ain't no one messing with my plans Right now my star is in limbo Sit back and watch my scrawny frame
PlayIt's a what, it's a, it's a what And baby, we could keep going 'cause you already knowin' That you'd never stop the show until you see the lights (Woo!) And the lights ain't on right now I can't even see what's going on right now This could be our little
PlayAnd it just ain't right Ooh (I call your name) And it just ain't right That I'll be sexin' her and I (I call your name) Girl it ain't no little thing that I (I call your name) (You don't have) (To answer this) (If its too personal) (Do your thoughts) (Of
PlayHey baby, you ain't treating me right You go off everyday and don't come home til night That ain't the way to do it That ain't the way to get along Well i'm pickin' you up and takin' you to my house Now you're up and you're treating me like a mouse Well
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