| Lyrics | Song |
|---|
| I talk to Jesus, Jesus says I'm ok. | |
| Oh, it's the rolling of her Spanish tougne | |
| Countless lovers under cover of the street | |
| What a night for a dance, you know I'm a dancing machine, | |
| Greasy haircuts, a German Chinese girl | |
| You broke my mouth, the bloody bits are spittin' out. | |
| Feels like you're dying, you're dying | |
| Death row smoking gettin' to your face | |
| | Lyrics | Song |
|---|
| She stole my Karma, oh no. | |
| I'm gon' brawl, so be there, one for all I'll be there. | |
| For a young man it's a heck of a wage, and I feel crazy when I see your face. | |
| It's black as coal and it goes boy, go, go, go. | |
| Get back on track, pic me up some bottles of booze | |
| Girls are gonna love the way I toss my hair, boys are gonna hate the way I sing. | |
| She'll loan you her toothbrush, she'll bartend your party. | |
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'The' Bands 
Musician by Picture 
Figure Out the Disney Lyrics II
