: This mess becomes beneath us now, we cannot sweat this poison out, it's in my skin and in my mouth, and when I sing, these lies come out. The hooks
: I'm too scared to notice Path I chose is focused time Crosshairs on, something's wrong I shouldn't try to try Baby, it's the beer that's smilin'
: Guess there's a lesson to learn As if I hadn't learned it before I tried my hardest to keep it all in I ain't keepin' it no more Made mistakes every
: (feat. Neva Dinova) Well once I gave a look to you but you never gave it back So here I stand expressionless but my memory's intact I guess the past
: (feat. Neva Dinova) You said they laid out lots of coke, you you dont know how much you did. Now you dont want me to go home, because your afraid
: (feat. Neva Dinova) Amy's got a baby in her stomach, she took my hand and I felt it kick, so she's crying and glowing, she's three months and showing
you do ya thang you know what I'm talkin' bout Shawty I'm just (tryna make a jug) [x2] Shawty I'm just (tryna make a jug) [x2] First you get the money
was sitting with a jug and spoon, one Sunday morning in the month of June. A birdie sang in an ivy bunch and the song he sang was the jug of punch.
to Honolulu in a Mai Tai mug Then, I'm coming back home to Georgie in a jug Then, I'm coming back home to Georgie in a jug
Blow on a jug Everybody come on - blow on a jug Be like me and blow on a jug I want you to blow on a jug Everybody begin - blow on a jug
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and me, Little brown jug, don't I love thee! Ha, ha, ha, you and me, Little brown jug, don't I love thee! When I go toiling on the farm I take the little jug
breathing beneath a blue childhood sky Jug of Wine Success oh success Just like a thimble full of numbers I let it all go to my head Jug of Wine Jug
And everybody knows that the very last line is The doctor said give him jug band music It seems to make him feel just fine And the doctor said give him jug
down to Purto Rico in a bottle of rum Going to Honolulu in a mai tai mug Then I'm coming back home to Georgia in a jug. We'll never ride that bus to
I was sitting with a jug and spoon, one Sunday morning in the month of June. A birdie sang in an ivy bunch and the song he sang was the jug of punch. [
