Running my rig around ninety-five, Rockin' and rollin' in overdrive My heart's beating like a jackhammer, It's the midnight ride for the gear jammer
Hello to all my niggas and bitches Welcome to Digglers Wild World of Girls I'm sitting here with the Baddest Bitch (That's Right) So Trina tell us a little
- Ben's (not me) version - I'm the man in the middle But I can see through the trees Take a ride on this airplane We could ride on the wings Movin' slow
when you wish upon a star makes no difference who you are anything your heart desires will come to you if your heart is in your dream no request is too
1. Jetzt gang i ans Brünnele trink aber net jetzt gang i ans Brünnele trink aber net do such i mein herztausige Schatz finden aber net do such
Wake up, put on my riot gear But in the study of my house I've got a smoking jacket passed to me from Grand Daddy It's made of bow and arrow meat Do,
Go in line, don't question why Just pay blind, freedom denied Education, for what cause ? just to serve another boss born alive, living a lie, by the
where does the time go down Lavendar Road turn left at the post where memories grow like weeds in summer snow and firefly galaxies glow here we go, pulling
When the world gets dizzy, from spinning around, Gravity gets tired of holding everything down. When the foul prick of time's unraveling like twine, When
Rainbows in Gasoline golden and green chemical sun setting like a hundred million chameleon clouds we are the dinosaurs now wearing freudian slips like
Though you can't intimidate the trees A snowman sweating in a terrible breeze Put on your new pants and move out to France All the skeletons in your closet
On the first day it started to rain Children were laughing and went out to play. But soon all the streets were rivers and streams Creatures were trickling
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My buddy Blake was All-State With dreams of the NFL Jenny McClain had big brains She got a scholarship to Yale Then there was Herschel Who did two commercials
I said a bad word when I was a kid Mama said, that I'd be sorry for the sin that I did My daddy whooped me and the preacher said shame And I tried like
Spoken Words by The New Kung Pao Buckaroos (Little Jimmy Dickens, Whisperin' Bill Anderson, Brad Paisley,and Vince Gill) Brad: Where's George Bill: George
Well, hey, hey, Mr. Policeman Bet I can drive faster than you can Come on hoss, let's have some fun Go on shoot me with your radar gun You look bored
Strong like a mother holds her child Free as horses runnin' wild And real as a prayer on a lonely night And sure as the ocean tide Oh love, oh love Oh
