: (Chip Taylor) I was on a bus comin' back to us From Atlanta in '53 And I picked up a Rhythm & Blues magazine Layin' underneath my seat And I found
: (Chip Taylor and Al Gorgon) Oh I tried and I tried but I can't say good-bye Feel so bad baby Oh it hurts me When I think of how you love and desert
to the fetti govs Sorry my love, what I'm seeing through these eyes Benz convoys with the wagon on the side Only big boys keep deuces on the ride Gucci Chuck Taylor
that'll I never 6 Forget you 7 Sprinkle me mayne 8 Uhh, sprinkle me mayne Ahh laced up by the best, check it out Uhh, marinatin on the corner with a chip
Trouble So Now You're Thinking 'Bout All You're Missing -- How Deep You're Sinking, Round And Round And Dragging Down Why Don't You Cash In Your Chips
Used to count my spoke, now these hoes count my inches Had to get older, man, it got colder I done got grown and got a chip on my shoulder Licks in
[Chip Taylor]
chips, I can't take this The way you move your ass slow like Matrix You make me wanna toss chips in Vegas Before I toss chips first, get naked I can
part Did it for an hour and I didn't even talk (bitch) Nickatina is like simon says Dips in his whip like simon says Make some chips like simon says
bruiser i'm breakin boys off swangers on a land cruiser i'm a U of H cougar joe collins runnin track i done bought my sister nikki taylor gucci contacts
the car when we riding by More like all the way up, we ain't kinda high We more than fly, introduce you to the gang members That's Taylor like blood,
I CAN MAKE IT WITH YOU WITH THE POZO-SECO SINGERS WRITER CHIP TAYLOR When the world was on my shoulders And all hope for tomorrow was gone You took my
(Chip Taylor) Wild thing You make my heart sing You make everything Come on, wild thing Wild thing, I think you move me But I gotta know for sure Come
