Fussin' and fightin', we back at it again. I know that, it's my fault, but you don't understand (no). I got memories, this is crazy. You ain't nothing like the girl I used to know. Good with ma, g
Attention!. Bone. Bone. Bone Grippin' the grain. From the front to the back. Can you feel my woofer's bang. Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall Grippin' the grain. From the fron
Oh what can I do. What can I do. To make it better, yeah, yeah I thank the Lord for every morning he allows me to rise. And though the sun is shining there's a cloud in the sky. Letting me know th