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Banda Mess

front. After him, the hunters leading Seymore the Wolf. Then Grandfather, and Louie the Cat, and finally, Bob the janitor who had to sweep up the whole mess

you came Love is a losing game Why do I wish I never played Oh, what a mess we made And now the final frame Love is a losing game Played out by the band

bitches drove my car down broadway, big switches been through Queens with 50 and Lambourghins drove through texas in a brand new lexus G.S shit, the best shit, i mess

doo Rebel Rebel, you've torn your dress Rebel Rebel, your face is a mess Rebel Rebel, how could they know? Hot tramp, I love you so! You've torn your dress, your face is a mess

in it I been off for about a minute Now it's minutes on this grizzy Where you been? To every city, stacking money to the ceiling Rubber bands, twenty

it don't move Doowutchyalike Sometimes I bite Now if you're hungry, get yourself something to eat And if you're dirty, then go take a bath Messed up

nowhere, y'all stay logged on the poor square Poor squares, I don't know where you got your pimp degree I might be messing with her friend but I'll man

says she loves me but she comes and goes when she pleases When the door shuts, it's like another papercut And now I'm stuck with a hand full of Band-

dont stop till i say when we did it once before will do it again. you got ants in your pants and you need to dance bounce up and down like a rubber band