hanging out At the village green Engineer boots, leather jackets And tight blue jeans Drop a dime in the box play the Song about New Orleans Cold beer, hot lights My sweet romantic
I'm talking about pull it out your pocket (x3) Chorus you feel this shit soon as they throw it on you feel this joint this is your new favorite song
bitch panties I keeps spittin the critics can not compare me They put it simple I am Mr. Miami And my lil' pistol will flip over ya? We the best at best
Drake] What you mean I ain't call you? I hit you when I landed I'm waiting in my hotel room seems like we are arguing more and it's getting less romantic
ride, giddy up Well, if you're looking for the perfect beat, people Well, here's a perfect beat for ya So, song is playin' there With a chorus, you
whole thing I guess, except, it's a rather sneaky way of getting into this next Of popular song which is one of those things about that magic, and romantic
the best way is with an old cliche it's simply the best way is with an old cliche always the best way is with an old cliche I'll leave it to the best
Time can take it's toll on the best of us Look at you, you're growing old so young Traffic lights blink at you in the evening Tilt your head and turn
out At the village green Engineer boots, leather jackets And tight blue jeans Drop a dime in the box play the Song about New Orleans Cold beer, hot lights My sweet romantic
t break me. Here's your advantage Things have changed so little from the way I planned it a scab to heal hopeless semantics It's all romantics We're all romantics
spittin', the critics cannot compare me They put it simple, I am Mr. Miami And my lil' pistol will flip over ya over [Incomprehensible] We the best at best
quebec) cop catching a bullet with his teeth. condolence, madame canadiana, but your husband was a fucking (stuck) pig. but this song's no Ut some romantic
securite quebec) cop catching a bullet with his teeth. Condolence, mme. canadiana, but your husband was a fucking (stuck) pig. But this song's not about some romantic
love song tonight I wrote my last romantic spiel So you'd know how I feel You're just another girl, no doubt Who this song's not about I wrote my last love song
songs and they wrought a few tears But when I hit my twenties, it ran out of steam I seemed to be suffering from romantic fatigue And I never know which song