thang so what's up So whine your waist and shake your babunk Rap Hook Up down side to side wind your waist girls Step up dip it low let your hands roll Rock your waist
we were 16 only 16 so unprepared left in the wilds of adolescence and no less scared an awkward boy an awkward girl what could be better than laying
should be makin' hay But we're dead from the waist down Like in California Victory is empty There are lessons in defeat But we're dead from the waist
I now describe my country As if to strangers This train is full of songs Of local winners And the wind surrounds the towers The flags, they are blowing
I have called you children, I have called you son What is their to answer if I'm the only one? Morning comes in paradise, morning comes in light Still
I just gotta drag you down I just got to IA?m not gonna do What the others did IA?m gonna take When you want me to give I just wanna waist your time
Artificial, prosthetic hands, sympathetic, but I'll put and end to this. (ooo...) Can't keep fighting, do I have to keep fighting? Stop breathing. Stop
I am looking for a sign, my spirit's faded She holds on like a vine, patterns in traffic They sound just like my heart race in the dark In time to catch
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Once upon a time there was a poor child, with no father and no mother And everything was dead And no one was left in the whole world Everything was dead
Well, we dig, dig, dig Well, we dig in our mine the whole day through Dig, dig, dig, that is what we like to do And it ain't no trick to get rich quick
The things a crow puts in its nest, They're always things it finds that shine. And how he'll find a shiny dime, Silver twine, from a valentine. The
sins Should first sort out the basic food position Then start your preaching, that's where it begins Your lot who preach restraint and watch your waist