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new direction. It's your turn now. To cast off all your sin Hey, Mr. Roberts, don't you tell me no lies. I don't mind you being vain. Pick up the phone in your whitewashed house. Simpering that
to you but * you. This songs about me exclusively. . Murder, murderous, murderation. The murdering mentality without an explanation. I'm Mr. Happy and I ride a bike. I ain't got a seat, I
. Thunder storm in the body-tap, look what I've done. Chump change, I make it rain for fun (wussup). . Chorus Young Jeezy. Snow man, get cha' hands up high. It's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5. I take it back to
Bài hát Mr. Lonely - Midland. We got debutantes and socialites. And mamas from the PTA. We got bachelorettes dressed up in white. And little black dress divorces. Long live the blues. They're