80 lyrics for "Would you like to go"
Would you like to go with me Down my dead end street Would you like to come with me To Village Ghetto Land See the people lock their doors While robbers laugh and steal Beggars watch and eat their meals-from garbage cans Broken glass is everywhere It's a
PlaySomebody shoulda told me it would be like this Be like this, be like this Be like this (False prophets) Yeah, false prophets Yeah, life is a balance You lose your grip, you can slip into an abyss No doubt you see these niggas trippin' Ego in charge of
PlayYou know that I would now if only I could A brand new baby was born yesterday just in time Papa cried baby cried said your tears are like mine I heard some words from a friend on the phone didn't sound so good The doctors gave him two weeks to live I'd
PlayThen your friends will all go green What a life it would be If you would come to mine for tea I'll pick you up at half past three We'll have lasagna I'll treat you like a Queen I'll give you strawberries and cream These could be the best days of our
PlayYou should've said no You should've gone home You should've thought twice before you let it all go You should've known that word like what you did with her Would get back to me (get back to me) And I should've been there In the back of your mind I
PlayWhere you gonna run to Downpresser man All along that day You drink your big champagne and laugh I wouldn't like to be a flea Under your collar man You can run but you can't hide Beggin' to hide you All along that day
PlayPlease don't be too long while you're gone There ain't enough to keep me here too long Not like the last time I stood in line Just enough to keep me bouncing off the wall, yeah It didn't work like she said it would Just like livin' in Hollywood Just like
PlayWouldn't be me without you Walk in the buildin', everybody stare Never made it to the room, I fucked her on the steps You either got balls or you shoot like Steph Yeah, yeah, yeah So damn real Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Steve Aoki, woozy gang I
PlayWhiskey in your glass, here's to turning up, Slowing down and cars that go real fast, We were laughing and living, drinking and wishing, And thinking as that checkered flag was waving, Sure would like to stay in Talladega (Talladega) It was the summer
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