we drink this world away Like you I'm left alone to sit and think all day I always thought I'd turn out this way I'll never burn away Don't leave me hanging on
fly Universe flies by, I catch a ride Maybe we could hang together 'Cause I got these feelings for ya Gotta get my groove on tonight Stick around and jump on
trying to wake it up, I'm on your line like Vonage I'm a real one, Ma! Get rid of that clown, Get with a factor Patna don't count, He a lame he don't
sign And you say to yourself just what am I doin' On this road I'm walkin', on this trail I'm turnin' On this curve I'm hanging On this pathway I'm strolling
you said So close your eyes and wacth the stars glow I like the face that is hanging From your pretty little head I like the way that it's body Lies on
fun for free and an ice cold brew I like to watch football on tv I like to sleep and wake up around three I like to hang out with my boys - making lots
counts I'll do it so good I swear I'll drink every ounce And then I'll hold U tight and hold U long And together we'll stare into silence And we'll try
counts I'll do it so good, I swear I'll drink every ounce And then I'll hold U tight and hold U long And 2gether we'll stare into silence And we'
Daddy's in the hallway Hanging pictures on the wall Mama's in the kitchen Making casseroles for all My brother came home yesterday From somewhere far
Do you drink, do you smoke? I could tell by your purse and your shoes you ain't broke Hang with me, the first thing you do is get stuck Take you somewhere, later on
I wish I lived in the Golden Age, giving it up on the Broadway stage. Hang with the rats and smoke cigars, have a break with Frank and count the stars
talk or just hang around Shoot the breeze, tell me what you found On your search for some common ground Think of me when the moon is high Counting stars
nine short hair big booty Looking like the leading lady starring in a movie Fly crib, Mercedes Benz She loves niggas like me and my shady friends And when we hang out, don't count
So rough hanging tough in the wild wild west With his gansta waves and gangsta hoods He made friends with dealers and crooks And when the party was on
to stay up on your ESPN If you're mind is on sex, you must got ESP then Had a crush on way back, I wasn't VIP then But I was plottin on you I really wished
Bankhead you can't flex on me Westside bitch I'm in the club, I got that TEC on me Extra deep, TECs on me, swinging nothing less on me Spending twenty
