, ALL THIS TIME ** (ah) ()-whispered *Background Vocals **Main Vocals Used To Love Her I used to love her But I had to kill her I used to love her,
to the country where everything's free Going to the country, and you can't catch me I can't stand that bad city All I do there is shoot junk (and) Gong
in the hood when you inherit that bad blood And once it get bad, it be bad for good THAT'S BAD MEANING BAD NOT BAD MEANING GOOD But I greet it as good
the hood when you inherit that bad blood And once it get bad, it be bad for good THAT'S BAD MEANING BAD NOT BAD MEANING GOOD But I greet it as good
's take it to the streets cuz I'm ready to cruise Just bought me and my cars all some brand new shoes And the people just stare so I LOVE TO PARK IT And
Leaning on a tree trunk Thinking all the same junk Falling in and out of a dream Back and forth I'm swaying I'm contemplating staying Laying and decaying
Another truck, another race Eatin' junk, feelin' bad Another night, goin' mad My Woman leavin' I'm so sad But I just love the life I lead Another beer
, another race, I'm eating junk, feeling bad, Another night, I'm going mad, My woman's leaving, I feel sad, But I just love the life I lead, Another beer
Loves You The Good Lord Loves You The Good Lord Loves You The Good Lord Loves You The Good Lord Loves You The Good Lord Loves You The Good Lord Loves
ll carry it up the hill? Who'll bury it in the black-soil? And from the woods and the thickets Come the ghosts of his victims 'We love you!' 'Ah love
junkie Big green monkey, everyone's a junkie.. Big green monkey, everyone's a junkie.. Big green monkey, everyone's a junkie Big green monkey, everyone's a junkie
love with you I love you so much I wanna slash your tires To keep you from drivin' drunk Come over here I want you to taste my poison To stop you from eating junk
shorty, sure looking sporty I keep knockin' knockin' but you won't let me in She got me crumbling, mumbling Stepping on my tongue and stuttering Hovering, wondering, you know I got that junky loving
' I'm going for the sparty look, he young and rich and bitch that go without an argument, my kicks Brown now I'm looking for Rihanna nem, smoke junkie
should never set upon an argument I believe we place our happiness in other people's hands I believe that junk food tastes so good because it's bad for
guy And there's nothing in this world that can stop me from loving you Girl you put me in a good mood And me love the way you flex too We could chill