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Three Dog Night Good Time Living

get back to some good time livin' Got to get out where the air is sweet Got to, got to get back livin' Work with our hands live off the land Feel good

get back living. Gotta, gotta, got, got, to get back living. Gotta, gotta, got, got, to get back living. Gotta, gotta, got, got, to get back living.

Cruise on that couch if that money right West Hollywood feels like a bunny night With GOOD company and better jewelers To the Good Life, we GOOD music

nose, til her whole face explodes There's three things I hate: girls, women and bitches Smack bitches that walk up, and drop-kick midgets Call me Boogie Night

jail i fuck a bitch face more than her waist for real and aint no pussy like new pussy thats how a nigga feel bust three times throw her the peace sign

chase and I finally understand my right to choose My preacher man told me it could always be worse Even the three-legged dog still got three good legs

m truly high, red-eyed for the red-eye flight Five hours, eight drinks, I rode all night, shit Everyday, every night's a saloon Crime blitty, good bottle

[DJ Paul] Yeaaaaah! For the first time it's goin down, history baby! New Three 6 Mafia, featuring Eightball and MJG, Young Buck! It's a Tennessee thing

women run for they lives Drizzlin' rain come out the sky every time somebody dies Must be out my fuckin' mind, what is this, the hundredth time? Sendin