an awkward conversation I'm fucking dead, I've lost the thread, I've lost my head So if you wanna go, then go, just fucking go But I can't wait until
I do it I do it I do it Boi? I waited my whole life to be the man of the hour Really can't lie, I was the man when I started I will be the man when I
too proud We can do it in the White House Tryna make them turn the lights out Champaign with my campaign, let me do the damn thing What's my name, what's my name, what
boat and cut your fucking throat Well, now I'm getting closer, so, I crawl under a house I'm waiting for the car to pass and then I crawl back out Another
And we what? a?? Run with crew, Whose what? a?? Blood is blue, Through life's a?? Fucking zoo, And we might a?? Come for you, And we what? a?? Run with
been through some hard times There were tear stains on his old shirt And he said, ?Ya wanna know what ya get When you play a country song backwards?? Ya get your house
where we left off I've considered what it'd be like If the ocean poured in from both of the coasts And we set sail to find out Just where our boat would
Terrible time in America ANITA You forget I'm in America BERNARDO I think I'll go back to San Juan ANITA I know what boat you can get on BERNARDO
City know I put it down Tell Amare Stoudemire I said welcome to my house Here we go. I'm fly when I'm fly Don't matter what I wear when I'm on that G
make love The house, the boat and the jeep babe In the tube in the pool or the beach babe Get your grove on Get your grove on The house, the boat and
die for the spot You put ya life in this, nothing like surviving a shot Y'all know what time it is, soon as fifty signs on this dot Shit what you know
ground is waiting for me now At least I will return to what I'm made of How can I pretend there's no end sitting in this boat? All alone and the sea
lovely woman in motion Her hair We gotta get more cake together, so we could branch out Preserve land, get a boat and a ranch house Call me a dreamer
must've programmed you You can live in the largest house And eleven apartments too Run your own private plane And a boat in Malibu But 'till you know' deep down what
supposed to tell you "Please come back" but how 'bout this instead? I hope you both choke on a pickle Man, that would tickle me to death I don't know what you're waiting
hard times There were tear stains on his old shirt And then he said you wanna know what you get When you play a country song backwards You get your house
be six feet under dirt. MNP: So this is what it feels like being the prey? The early bot gets the human, or so they say. LARS: Wait! It's time to
