I’m so groovy I got power I just bought her I don’t know her name That’s your bitch? Oh that’s your bitch Percs and molly Playing Janet I just fucked her face

To run away, where are we now? So until you feel fade Feeling love this way You really love to play so softly It really hurts to say I crave that I really want you to know I hear you I really want you to come with me, ooh How did we make so softly I knew

The Rites of Man Let me hear the band Play the Rites of Man Come on and lift my head Lead me to the door Oh make me understand Raise me off the floor Come on and pick me up Found my coat

Love is a losing game Love is a losing hand And now the final frame Love is a fate resigned For you I was the flame Five story fire as you came Love is losing game One I wished, I never played Oh, what a mess we made

Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a

Oh your sweet little lies And you say that life is just a game and Everyone who plays is just a pawn And shame on me it went so long How could I've been so wrong? I've forever gone, colder If life is just a game then I can hear when I hold you close to me

I wanna move. Playin' in a Travelin' Band. Seven Thirty Seven comin' out of the sky. Oh! Won't you take me down to Memphis on a midnight ride, Playin' in a Travelin' Band. Yeah! Well, I'm flyin' 'cross the land, try'in' to get a hand,

He said have you ever cheated on me Oh on a park bench in the middle of July We sat and watched the children play If it was the heat or the noise He didn't have too much to say Then with a move of his eyes A move that could have made the wind stand still

I get my party on (party onnnnn) We gonna party til the break of dawnnn Oh oh ohhhhhhhhh hooooo I get my party on (thats right) Ya ya man, I just got my hair braided, Car waxed, put on my player face, It's 12 o clock, its time to get it on Hey yo chaka

Then we'll shoot across the sky So high, so high Ah-oh-ah-oh-ah We're on a symphony I'm feeling drunk and high Then we'll shoot across the Drink from me, drink from me (oh-ah-oh-ah) Oh, angels sent from up above Put your wings on me, wings on me