you're feeling like.. Me...(me!) Yeah...(yeah!) All these things I hate revolve around Me...(me!) Yeah...(yeah!) Just back off before I snap and you'll see...(see!) Me...(me!) All
when you're feeling like Me (Me) Yeah (Yeah) All these things I hate revolve around Me (Me) Yeah (Yeah) Just back off before I snap And you'll see (Yeah) Me (Me) All
me back! I know you're faking it! The end! (..feel it's over..) (..feel it's over..) (Bullet for my Valentine! *crowd cheering*) (How ya doin' everyone?! *crowd cheers again*) But it's, my
you?re faking You try to get me back I know your faking it) Yeah!... Feel it?s over Feel it?s over Bullet for my Valentine How?re we doing everyone! But it?s my
not know me, then how could you be my friend? [Chorus: Andre 3000, Joi, and "Skreechy Peachy"] Happy Valentine's, Happy Valentine's Happy Valentine's Day, Happy Valentine
me, and all this juice all over my thighs, they didn't even let me sleep there. You think this only happens to me? You're crazy. You think this only
for roll and put them on my vine And give them one big push for all mankind Let's start love over Back to the way things were Forget about them 'Cause all
my friend? Happy Valentine Happy Valentine (Valentine) Happy Valentine's Day (Happy Valentine's Day) Happy Valentine Happy Valentine (Valentine) Happy Valentine's Day (Happy Valentine's Day) Happy Valentine Happy Valentine (Valentine
AESOP- Pain cave uno, smoking a broken blue note. Tar pit escape artist carcass linger in the bull doze. Rose radio Lazarus via linear bark screaming '
the engergys penetrated i put that on my life im glad you never made it raw hide, all in my blood line you never find a drug like me and no kine dont
my dress code and my style tiga ya you know what im slangin' valentine heart shooter pinky nail for real and cant ya tell aint nobody cuter a pit bull
screaming hardcore, hip-hop drips out my balls And I be raw, for four score plus seven more I strike like a bowling ball, holding y'all hostage Like
