Paroles:
From Good Homes Sunshine

dream You're the sunshine of this world You're the sunshine of this world You're the sunshine of this world These people here They don't treat you good

beautiful From your hands to your cuticles So what you waitin on? You the bad chick they hatin on You're the only one I'm takin home [Chorus:] Pretty

[Talk] These is hard times we livin' in Churches burnin, planes fallin from the sky Murder, the good die young The good definitely die young This is a

soul boys of big illa-noyz get the praise We break it down in these three ways My moms died from secondhand smoke; so I wish yo' ass would die from

, the scene's bleak Another train leavin' home, conceding defeat with a low moan Hangin' in A sky, made of stone Everybody's leavin' home, I called my

all type Smokin' home-grown out tobacco pipes. [PRAZ] (You've got to know when to hold them, Know when to fold them) I can take the sunshine, piss

hidden plan It's the best in the midwest It's a real darn city full of Good folks who come from home And when I get back I'll never roam far From my

up in the sky. Country road, take me home, to the place I belong, West Makaha, Mount Ka'ala. Take me home, take me home, country road. I hear a voice

re always arguing, but Right after the arguing we have, sex Sex with best friends From the bathroom to the kitchen (we sex) From the kitchen to living room (we sex) From