Sex always sells. Death is a thrill. Imitate my lack of patience. How much we pay to be Taylor made. Fashions fade the trends will change. Now what is
(The weekend song) Monday morning is not Monday morning 'till Taylor has his coffee Friday night is not Friday night 'till Jessie leaves the room sweaty
we could we were together during a very tumultuous time in our lives I will always Have your back and be curious about you about your career about your whereabouts Dear taylor
me! I'm not Jesus, I will not, I'm not Jesus, I will not forgive! Oh, I will not forgive, yeah yeah! No, I will not forgive!
With a bottle of hair oil in his hand. (It's that greasy kid stuff. What I want to know, Mr. Football Man, is What do you do about Willy Mays and Yul
I will always love ya Trying to find your way back to my heart you muthaf..cker [Chorus] Baby you know, just what to do I know you know the truth And we will
We just took our first trip to the a mafi coast Couple days on the beach then it's adios [killa] Just look at what I done alone You will swear we planted
(Chip Taylor) And his love will be his vision And he'll take you where you stand And will you stand your life by his And help the boy become a man And
before I don't know if you're the type Who's gonna keep me sure When the doubt creeps in my mind Will you be there baby Or will you let me go Can you
my tambourine and dancing, will like me. And she will come over to me and I will walk . . . I will walk up to her and I will smile at her and I will impress
Slide through the hood, three boss side pocket, With my side chick and her hair flip like the old sidekick, The world bumping my shit! Ohh they think I will
Yeah [Chorus: repeat 2X] I'm from Compton, Compton, Murderville You heard these niggaz is gangsters, and they kill Rob and steal, my niggaz will peel at will
Cause a nigga move around with more arms than them octipusses, nigga [The Game] I got a winchester that will turn your vest into confeddi I'm Chuck Taylor
there seem so many of you can't help but hope there's a difference between and if I love to be a hundred and one I will never understand what you are
{Chorus...} {TAYLOR & ZAC:} "Go back to the island boy" Ya, ya, ya, ya, {TAYLOR & ZAC:} "Are you ready? How ya goin' get there?" {ISAAC:} "By mail boat" {TAYLOR